I want to write such things as compel the admiring acclamation of the world at large, such things as are written but once in years, things subtle but distinctly different from the books written every day.

Fame is indeed beautiful and benign and gentle and satisfying, but happiness is something at once tender and brilliant beyond all things.

Do you think a man is the only creature with whom one may fall in love?

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

I am a genius. Then it amused me to keep saying so, but now it does not. I expected to be happy sometime. Now I know I shall never be.

I was born to be alone, and I always shall be but now I want to be.

May I never, I say, become that abnormal, merciless animal, that deformed monstrosity - a virtuous woman.