It is the nature of the artist to mind excessively what is said about him. Literature is strewn with the wreckage of men who have minded beyond reason the opinions of others. – Virginia Woolf
Some people go to priests; others to poetry; I to my friends. – Virginia Woolf
For what Harley Street specialist has time to understand the body, let alone the mind or both in combination, when he is a slave to thirteen thousand a year? – Virginia Woolf
The truth is, I often like women. I like their unconventionality. I like their completeness. I like their anonymity. – Virginia Woolf