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

Let me but make a beginning, let me but strike the world in a vulnerable spot, and I can take it by storm.

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

Genius of a kind has always been with me; an empty heart that has taken on a certain wooden quality; an excellent, strong woman's body and a pitiably starved soul.

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.

You may think me crude, and probably I am crude, but I am not so crude as I was, for I am clever enough to see that the girl of nineteen who thought herself a genius was only an unusual girl writing her heart out.

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