I would rather be a fairly happy wife and mother.

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 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.

People say of me, 'She's peculiar.' They do not understand me. If they did they would say so oftener and with emphasis.

I do not sing nor play, but I adore music, particularly Chopin. I like him because I cannot understand him.

The world is like a little marsh filled with mint and white hawthorn.