Fame is indeed beautiful and benign and gentle and satisfying, but happiness is something at once tender and brilliant beyond all things.

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

Just why I sent it to the publishers would be hard to say, but when I had finished it I felt that it was literature, because it is real and because it was well written. And I know that the world wants such things.

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.

I would rather be a fairly happy wife and mother.

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