The trouble about most Englishwomen is that they will dress as if they had been a mouse in a previous incarnation, or hope to be one in the next.

[History is] that terrible mill in which sawdust rejoins sawdust.

I have taken this step because I want the discipline, the fire and the authority of the Church. I am hopelessly unworthy of it, but I hope to become worthy.

Virginia Woolf, I enjoyed talking to her, but thought nothing of her writing. I considered her 'a beautiful little knitter.

Vulgarity is, in reality, nothing but a modern, chic, pert descendant of the goddess Dullness.

I'm dying, but otherwise I'm in very good health.

When we think of cruelty, we must try to remember the stupidity, the envy, the frustration from which it has arisen.