I began to be a woman at twelve, or more properly, a genius.

Some day the Devil will come to me and say: 'Come with me.'And I will answer: 'Yes.

I would rather be a fairly happy wife and mother.

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

One must always say things that aim to interest, because in the world one must after all pay for one's keep.

at this point I meet Me face to face. I am Mary MacLane: of no importance to the wide bright world and dearly and damnably important to Me.

People say of me, 'She's peculiar.' They do not understand me. If they did they would say so oftener and with emphasis.