I Want To Live Quietly.

I Do Not See Any Beauty In Self-restraint.

Well, If I Am Not Vulgar, Neither Is My Book. I Wrote Myself. Suggestiveness Is Always Vulgar. But Truth Never. My Book Is Not Even Remotely Suggestive. I Call Things By Their Names. That Is All.

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

I Have Never Read A Line Of Walt Whitman.