I would rather be a fairly happy wife and mother.

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

I never give my real self. I have a hundred sides, and I turn first one way and then the other. I am playing a deep game. I have a number of strong cards up my sleeve. I have never been myself, excepting to two friends.

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.

I would rather be a fairly happy wife and mother.

I have never read a line of Walt Whitman.

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