The hatchet must fall on the block; the oak must be cleft to the centre. The weight of the world is on my shoulders. Here is the pen and the paper; on the letters in the wire basket I sign my name, I, I, and again I.

It rasped her, though, to have stirring about in her this brutal monster! to hear twigs cracking and feel hooves planted down in the depths of that leaf-encumbered forest, the soul; never to be content quite, or quite secure, for at any moment the brute would be stirring, this hatred.

The history of men's opposition to women's emancipation is more interesting perhaps than the story of that emancipation itself.

Orlando naturally loved solitary places, vast views, and to feel himself for ever and ever and ever alone.

Habits and customs are a convenience devised for the support of timid natures who dare not allow their souls free play.

For beyond the difficulty of communicating oneself, there is the supreme difficulty of being oneself.

We agreed that people are now afraid of the English language. He [T.S. Eliot] said it came of being bookish, but not reading books enough. One should read all styles thoroughly.