Where would the power of women be, were it not for the vanity of men?
I have been writing my heart out all my life, but only getting a living out of it now. . . . . . . it's not a question of the merit of art, but a question of spontaneity and sincerity and joy I say. I would like everybody in the world to tell his full life confession and tell it his own way and then we'd have something to read in our old age.