A genius who does not know that he is a genius is no genius.
I consider calmly the question of how much evil I should need to kill off my finer feelings.
The world is like a little marsh filled with mint and white hawthorn.
There is really no right and wrong. I recognize no right and wrong.
I want fame more than I can tell. But more than I want fame I want happiness.
It is with pain that I read of the dire effects of my book upon the minds of young girls.