I never give my real self. I have a hundred sides, and I turn first one way and then the other. I am playing a deep game. I have a number of strong cards up my sleeve. I have never been myself, excepting to two friends.

I consider calmly the question of how much evil I should need to kill off my finer feelings.

The art of Good Eating has two essential points: one must eat only when one is hungry, and one must take small bites.

Do you think a man is the only creature with whom one may fall in love?

I am not good. I am not virtuous. I am not sympathetic. I am not generous. I am merely and above all a creature of intense passionate feeling. I feel—everything. It is my genius. It burns me like fire.

When I wrote my book I wanted to love someone. I wanted to be in love. Now I know that I shall never be in love - and I no longer wish to be.

I have never read a line of Walt Whitman.