I love devils.

I want fame more than I can tell. But more than I want fame I want happiness.

I was born to be alone, and I always shall be; but now I want to be.

Let me but make a beginning, let me but strike the world in a vulnerable spot, and I can take it by storm.

I read of the Kalamazoo girl who killed herself after reading the book. I am not at all surprised. She lived in Kalamazoo, for one thing, and then she read the book.

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.