I Am A Genius. Then It Amused

When I Wrote My Book I Wanted To Love Someone. I Wanted To Be In Love. Now I Know That I Shall Never Be In Love - And I No Longer Wish To Be.

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

I Have Never Read A Line Of Walt Whitman.

I Consider Calmly The Question Of How Much Evil I Should Need To Kill Off My Finer Feelings.

I Read Of The Kalamazoo Girl Who Killed Herself After Reading The Book. I Am Not At All Surprised. She Lived In Kalamazoo, For One Thing, And Then She Read The Book.