Nature pulls one way and human nature another.

I never could get on with representative individuals but people who existed on their own account and with whom it might therefore be possible to be friends.

I'd far rather leave a thought behind me than a child. Other people can have children.

When love flies it is remembered not as love but as something else.

Faith, to my mind, is a stiffening process, a sort of mental starch, which ought to be applied as sparingly as possible. I dislike the stuff. I do not believe in it, for its own sake, at all... My lawgivers are Erasmus and Montaigne, not Moses and St Paul. My temple stands not upon Mount Moriah but in the Elysian Field where even the immoral are admitted. My motto is 'Lord, I disbelieve - help thou my unbelief.

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.

Have you ever noticed that there are people who do things which are most indelicate, and yet at the same time - beautiful?