Genius, apart from natural sensitiveness, is prone equally to unreasoning joy and to bitterest morbidness.
Mary MacLaneI 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 feelโeverything. It is my genius. It burns me like fire.
Mary MacLaneWhen 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.
Mary MacLaneWhen a man and a woman love one another that is enough. That is marriage. A religious rite is superfluous. And if the man and woman live together without the love, no ceremony in the world can make it a marriage.
Mary MacLane