The World Is Like A Little Marsh

A Genius Who Does Not Know That He Is A Genius Is No Genius.

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

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

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.

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