to teach without zest is a crime.

One ought to sink to the bottom of the sea, probably, and live alone with one's words.

I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.

Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself.

Let us not take for granted that life exists more fully in what is commonly thought big than in what is commonly thought small.

I feel all shadows of the universe multiplied deep inside my skin.

Every season is likeable, and wet days and fine, red wine and white, company and solitude. Even sleep, that deplorable curtailment of the joy of life, can be full of dreams; and the most common actions──a walk, a talk, solitude in one’s own orchard──can be enhanced and lit up by the association of the mind. Beauty is everywhere, and beauty is only two finger’s-breadth from goodness.