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

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

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.

One must always say things that aim to interest, because in the world one must after all pay for one's keep.

I want to write such things as compel the admiring acclamation of the world at large, such things as are written but once in years, things subtle but distinctly different from the books written every day.

Do you think a man is the only creature with whom one may fall in love?

I have read of women who have been strongly, grandly brave. Sometimes I have dreamed that I might be brave. The possibilities of this life are magnificent.