People Say Of Me, 'she's Peculiar.' They

It Is With Pain That I Read Of The Dire Effects Of My Book Upon The Minds Of Young Girls.

People Say Of Me, 'she's Peculiar.' They Do Not Understand Me. If They Did They Would Say So Oftener And With Emphasis.

Do You Think A Man Is The Only Creature With Whom One May Fall In Love?

I Am Not Good. I Am Not Virtuous. I Am Not Sympathetic. I Am Not Generous. I Am Merely And Above All A Creature Of Intense Passionate Feeling. I Feel—everything. It Is My Genius. It Burns Me Like Fire.

Genius, Apart From Natural Sensitiveness, Is Prone Equally To Unreasoning Joy And To Bitterest Morbidness.