... the public and the private worlds are inseparably connected ... the tyrannies and servilities of the one are the tyrannies and servilities of the other.

I will dream today; for I must unscrew my head somehow.

I often wish I'd got on better with your father,' he said.

No, she thought, one could say nothing to nobody. The urgency of the moment always missed its mark. Words fluttered sideways and struck the object inches too low.

Lies will flow from my lips, but there may perhaps be some truth mixed up with them.

If we help an educated man's daughter to go to Cambridge are we not forcing her to think not about education but about war? - not how she can learn, but how she can fight in order that she might win the same advantages as her brothers?

But nothing is so strange when one is in love (and what was this except being in love?) as the complete indifference of other people.