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Do you think a man is the only creature with whom one may fall in love?

Mary MacLane

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Mary MacLane
Age: 48 †
Born: 1881
Born: May 1
Died: 1929
Died: August 6
Film Actor
Historian
Memoirist
Writer
Winnipeg
Manitoba
Creatures
Fall
May
Men
Love
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Thinking
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Sexuality

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A genius who does not know that he is a genius is no genius.
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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.
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However great one's gift of language may be, there is always something that one cannot tell.
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at this point I meet Me face to face. I am Mary MacLane: of no importance to the wide bright world and dearly and damnably important to Me.
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