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.
I want fame more than I can tell. But more than I want fame I want happiness.
I do not see any beauty in self-restraint.
And it is in New York I have those strangest things of all: human friendships. Not many friendships and not of spent familiarities: for I don't like actual human beings too much around me. But yet fri...