I have read of women who have been strongly, grandly brave. Sometimes I have dreamed that I might be brave. The possibilities of this life are magnificent.

I've never made plans for more than a day ahead.

I want fame more than I can tell. But more than I want fame I want happiness.

However great one's gift of language may be, there is always something that one cannot tell.

But in my life, in my personality, there is an essence of falseness and insincerity. A thin, fine vapor of fraud hangs always over me and dampens and injures some things in me that I value.

Fame is indeed beautiful and benign and gentle and satisfying, but happiness is something at once tender and brilliant beyond all things.

It is with pain that I read of the dire effects of my book upon the minds of young girls.