When I was three years old I was taken with my family to a little town in Western Minnesota, where I lived a more or less vapid and ordinary life until I was ten. Mary MacLane familylifelive Change image and share on social
You may think me crude, and probably I am crude, but I am not so crude as I was, for I am clever enough to see that the girl of nineteen who thought herself a genius was only an unusual girl writing her heart out. Mary MacLane clevercrudegenius share on social
There is really no right and wrong. I recognize no right and wrong. Mary MacLane recognizewrong Change image and share on social
I've never made plans for more than a day ahead. Mary MacLane aheaddayhave Change image and share on social
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. Mary MacLane bookgirlkalamazoo Change image and share on social
Fame is indeed beautiful and benign and gentle and satisfying, but happiness is something at once tender and brilliant beyond all things. Mary MacLane beautifulbenignbrilliant Change image and share on social
It is with pain that I read of the dire effects of my book upon the minds of young girls. Mary MacLane bookdireeffect Change image and share on social
The world is like a little marsh filled with mint and white hawthorn. Mary MacLane fillhawthornmarsh Change image and share on social
