One can only believe entirely, perhaps, in what one cannot see.

Sir, 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.

Needless to say, the business of living interferes with the solitude so needed for any work of the imagination. Here's what Virginia Woolf said in her diary about the sticky issue: "I've shirked two parties, and another Frenchman, and buying a hat, and tea with Hilda Trevelyan, for I really can't combine all this with keeping all my imaginary people going.

You cannot find peace by avoiding life.

Fear no more, says the heart.

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

The depths of the sea are only water after all.