The world is like a little marsh filled with mint and white hawthorn. Mary MacLane More Quotes by Mary MacLane More Quotes From Mary MacLane I do not see any beauty in self-restraint. Mary MacLane self-restraint restraint self 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. Mary MacLane genius fire feelings There is really no right and wrong. I recognize no right and wrong. Mary MacLane A genius who does not know that he is a genius is no genius. Mary MacLane genius knows doe I am lithe, but fragile from constant involuntary self-analysis. Mary MacLane constant analysis self I have never read a line of Walt Whitman. Mary MacLane walt lines 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. Mary MacLane girl reading book I do not sing nor play, but I adore music, particularly Chopin. I like him because I cannot understand him. Mary MacLane i-like-him adore play I want fame more than I can tell. But more than I want fame I want happiness. Mary MacLane i-can want fame 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. Mary MacLane writing book years I would rather be a fairly happy wife and mother. Mary MacLane wives-and-mothers wife mother I've never made plans for more than a day ahead. Mary MacLane plans made Let me but make a beginning, let me but strike the world in a vulnerable spot, and I can take it by storm. Mary MacLane storm vulnerable world My intention to lecture is as vague as my intention is to go on the stage. I will never consider an offer to lecture, not because I despise the vocation, but because I have no desire to appear on the public rostrum. Mary MacLane lectures goes-on desire Of poets I put Virgil first - he was greatest. Mary MacLane poet firsts Except two breeds - the stupid and the narrowly feline - all women have a touch of the Lesbian: an assertion all good non-analytic creatures refute with horror, but quite true: there is always the poignant intensive personal taste, the flair of inner-sex, in the tenderest friendships of women. Mary MacLane stupid two sex Do you think a man is the only creature with whom one may fall in love? Mary MacLane falling-in-love men thinking Are there many things in this cool-hearted world so utterly exquisite as the pure love of one woman for another woman? Mary MacLane pure-love sexuality world However great one's gift of language may be, there is always something that one cannot tell. Mary MacLane speech language may You may think me crude, and probably I am crude, but I am not so crude as I was, for I am clever enough to see that the girl of nineteen who thought herself a genius was only an unusual girl writing her heart out. Mary MacLane girl clever writing
