I Do Not See Any Beauty In

I Do Not Sing Nor Play, But I Adore Music, Particularly Chopin. I Like Him Because I Cannot Understand Him.

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.

I Began To Be A Woman At Twelve, Or More Properly, A Genius.

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

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