But in my life, in my personality, there is an essence of falseness and insincerity. A thin, fine vapor of fraud hangs always over me and dampens and injures some things in me that I value.

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

I do not see any beauty in self-restraint.

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

One's thoughts are one's most crucial adventures. Seriously and strongly and intently to contemplate doing murder is everyway more exciting, more romantic, more profoundly tragic than the murder done.

The world is like a little marsh filled with mint and white hawthorn.

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