What a terrible thing could be freedom. Trees were free when they were uprooted by the wind; ships were free when they were torn from their moorings; men were free when they were cast out of their homes—free to starve, free to perish of cold and hunger.

What a terrible thing could be freedom. Trees were free when they were uprooted by the wind; ships were free when they were torn from their moorings; men were free when they were cast out of their homes—free to starve, free to perish of cold and hunger.

Do try to remember this: even the world's not so black as it is painted" -Valerie to Stephen (pg. 408)

A great many women can feel and behave like men. Very few of them can behave like gentlemen.

in this world there is only toleration for the so-called normal.

Wars come and wars go but the world does not change: it will always forget an indebtedness which it thinks it expedient not to remember.

The world hid its head in the sands of convention, so that by seeing nothing it might avoid Truth.