Genius, apart from natural sensitiveness, is prone equally to unreasoning joy and to bitterest morbidness.

I read of the Kalamazoo girl who killed herself after reading the book. I am not at all surprised. She lived in Kalamazoo, for one thing, and then she read the book.

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

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

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

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.

Genius, apart from natural sensitiveness, is prone equally to unreasoning joy and to bitterest morbidness.