When 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.

There is really no right and wrong. I recognize no right and wrong.

I've never made plans for more than a day ahead.

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

It is with pain that I read of the dire effects of my book upon the minds of young girls.

A genius who does not know that he is a genius is no genius.

I can think of nothing in the world like the utter littleness, the paltriness, the contemptibleness, the degradation, of the woman who is tied down under a roof with a man who is really nothing to her; who wears the man’s name, who bears the man’s children — who plays the virtuous woman. . . . May I never, I say, become that abnormal merciless animal, that deformed monstrosity — a virtuous woman.