I have lost friends, some by death, others through sheer inability to cross the street.
-- Virginia Woolf
Literature is strewn with the wreckage of those who have minded beyond reason the opinion of others.
-- Virginia Woolf
Nothing has really happened until it has been recorded.
-- Virginia Woolf
On the outskirts of every agony sits some observant fellow who points.
-- Virginia Woolf
The first duty of a lecturer: to hand you after an hour's discourse a nugget of pure truth to wrap up between the pages of your notebooks, and keep on the mantlepiece forever.
-- Virginia Woolf
While fame impedes and constricts, obscurity wraps about a man like a mist; obscurity is dark, ample, and free; obscurity lets the mind take its way unimpeded. Over the obscure man is poured the merciful suffusion of darkness. None knows where he goes or comes. He may seek the truth and speak it; he alone is free; he alone is truthful, he alone is at peace.
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