I've Never Made Plans For More Than

I Would Rather Be A Fairly Happy Wife And Mother.

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

I Want To Write Such Things As Compel The Admiring Acclamation Of The World At Large, Such Things As Are Written But Once In Years, Things Subtle But Distinctly Different From The Books Written Every Day.

But In My Life, In My Personality, There Is An Essence Of Falseness And Insincerity. A Thin, Fine Vapor Of Fraud Hangs Always Over Me And Dampens And Injures Some Things In Me That I Value.

I Have Never Read A Line Of Walt Whitman.