“Fame may pass over my head; money may escape me; my one friend may fail me; every hope may fold its tent and steal away; Happiness may remain a sealed book; every remnant of human ties may vanish; I may… — Mary MacLane Copy Share Image
“If you ever feel to express proper gratitude for the good things of this life, be sure that you express your gratitude for the right thing. Very likely you will not have a great deal of gratitude, and you must… — 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
