There is really no right and wrong. I recognize no right and wrong.
From Mary MacLane
The world is like a little marsh filled with mint and white hawthorn.
Fame is indeed beautiful and benign and gentle and satisfying, but happiness is something at once tender and brilliant beyond all things.
Genius of a kind has always been with me; an empty heart that has taken on a certain wooden quality; an excellent, strong woman's body and a pitiably starved soul.
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 do not see any beauty in self-restraint.
I do not sing nor play, but I adore music, particularly Chopin. I like him because I cannot understand him.
I have never read a line of Walt Whitman.
I love devils.
I never give my real self. I have a hundred sides, and I turn first one way and then the other. I am playing a deep game. I have a number of strong cards up my sleeve. I have never been myself, excepting to two friends.
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