Illusions are to the soul what atmosphere is to the earth.

Often on a wet day I begin counting up; what I've read; what I haven't read.

The first duty of a lecturer: to hand you after an hour's discourse a nugget of pure truth to wrap up between the pages of your notebooks, and keep on the mantelpiece forever.

Mrs Dalloway is always giving parties to cover the silence

We scarcely wish to analyse what we feel to be so large and deeply human.

A sort of transaction went on between them, in which she was on one side, and life was on another, and she was always trying to get the better of it, as it was of her.

Novels so often provide an anodyne and not an antidote, glide one into torpid slumbers instead of rousing one with a burning brand.