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 Copy Share Image
I want fame more than I can tell. But more than I want fame I want happiness. — Mary MacLane Copy Share Image
Fame is indeed beautiful and benign and gentle and satisfying, but happiness is something at once tender and brilliant beyond all things. — Mary MacLane Copy Share Image
“I Don’t Know whether lust is a human coarseness or a human fineness: I don’t know why death holds a so sweet lure since… — Mary MacLane Copy Share Image
Are there many things in this cool-hearted world so utterly exquisite as the pure love of one woman for another woman? — Mary MacLane Copy Share Image
“It is of the dubious inevitable side of human nature—like gold teeth and tinned salmon and bastard lacy valentines” — Mary MacLane Copy Share Image
I am not good. I am not virtuous. I am not sympathetic. I am not generous. I am merely and above all a creature… — Mary MacLane Copy Share Image
“And it is in New York I have those strangest things of all: human friendships. Not many friendships and not of spent familiarities: for… — Mary MacLane Copy Share Image
“May I never, I say, become that abnormal, merciless animal, that deformed monstrosity— a virtuous woman. Anything, Devil, but that.” — Mary MacLane Copy Share Image
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… — Mary MacLane Copy Share Image
