While fame impedes and constricts, obscurity wraps about a man like a mist; obscurity is dark, ample, and free; obscurity lets the mind take its way unimpeded. Over the obscure man is poured the merciful suffusion of darkness. None knows where he goes or comes. He may seek the truth and speak it; he alone is free; he alone is truthful, he alone is at peace.
Virginia WoolfIt is as if Emily Brontรซ could tear up all that we know human beings by, and fill these unrecognizable transparencies with such a gust of life that they transcend reality.
Virginia WoolfTo depend upon a profession is a less odious form of slavery than to depend upon a father.
Virginia WoolfSir, I would trust you with my heart. Moreover, we have left our bodies in the banqueting hall. Those on the turf are the shadows of our souls.
Virginia WoolfNow begins to rise in me the familiar rhythm; words that have lain dormant now lift, now toss their crests, and fall and rise, and falls again. I am a poet, yes. Surely I am a great poet.
Virginia Woolf