A Genius Who Does Not Know That

I Am Lithe, But Fragile From Constant Involuntary Self-analysis.

There Is Really No Right And Wrong. I Recognize No Right And Wrong.

The World Is Like A Little Marsh Filled With Mint And White Hawthorn.

Are There Many Things In This Cool-hearted World So Utterly Exquisite As The Pure Love Of One Woman For Another Woman?

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.