Are there many things in this cool-hearted world so utterly exquisite as the pure love of one woman for another woman?

The world is like a little marsh filled with mint and white hawthorn.

My intention to lecture is as vague as my intention is to go on the stage. I will never consider an offer to lecture, not because I despise the vocation, but because I have no desire to appear on the public rostrum.

I do not sing nor play, but I adore music, particularly Chopin. I like him because I cannot understand him.

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.

Except two breeds - the stupid and the narrowly feline - all women have a touch of the Lesbian: an assertion all good non-analytic creatures refute with horror, but quite true: there is always the poignant intensive personal taste, the flair of inner-sex, in the tenderest friendships of women.

A genius who does not know that he is a genius is no genius.