I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal.

... there are shadows because there are hills.

Passion does not blind. No. Passion is sanity, and the woman you love, she is the only person you will ever really understand.

Like all her friends, I miss her greatly...But...I am sure there is no case for lamentation...Virginia Woolf got through an immense amount of work, she gave acute pleasure in new ways, she pushed the light of the English language a little further against darkness. Those are facts.

The sun was already declining and each of the trees held a premonition of night.

One marvels why the middle classes still insist on so much discomfort for their children at such expense to themselves.

When we were only acquaintances, you let me be myself, but now you're always protecting me... I won't be protected. I will choose for myself what is ladylike and right. To shield me is an insult. Can't I be trusted to face the truth but I must get it second-hand through you? A woman's place!