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.

I do not see any beauty in self-restraint.

I am not good. I am not virtuous. I am not sympathetic. I am not generous. I am merely and above all a creature of intense passionate feeling. I feel—everything. It is my genius. It burns me like fire.

Of poets I put Virgil first - he was greatest.

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

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