I Am A Genius. Then It Amused

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

One Must Always Say Things That Aim To Interest, Because In The World One Must After All Pay For One's Keep.

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.

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

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