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

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

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.

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

I want to live quietly.

I do not sing nor play, but I adore music, particularly Chopin. I like him because I cannot understand him.

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