People say of me, 'She's peculiar.' They do not understand me. If they did they would say so oftener and with emphasis.

Some people say that beauty is a curse. It may be true, but I'm sure I should not have at all minded being cursed a little.

I am a genius. Then it amused me to keep saying so, but now it does not. I expected to be happy sometime. Now I know I shall never be.

May I never, I say, become that abnormal, merciless animal, that deformed monstrosity - a virtuous woman.

I never give my real self. I have a hundred sides, and I turn first one way and then the other. I am playing a deep game. I have a number of strong cards up my sleeve. I have never been myself, excepting to two friends.

Of poets I put Virgil first - he was greatest.

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