Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by heart and his friends can only read the title. – Virginia Woolf
Those comfortably padded lunatic asylums which are known, euphemistically, as the stately homes of England. – Virginia Woolf
If we help an educated mans daughter to go to Cambridge are we not forcing her to think not about education but about war? – not how she can learn, but how she can fight in order that she might win the same advantages as her brothers? – Virginia Woolf
As for my next book, I am going to hold myself from writing it till I have it impending in me: grown heavy in my mind like a ripe pear; pendant, gravid, asking to be cut or it will fall. – Virginia Woolf