The spring without a leaf to toss, bare and bright like a virgin fierce in her chastity, scornful in her purity, was laid out on fields wide-eyed and watchful and entirely careless of what was done or thought by the beholders.
Virginia WoolfAmong the tortures and devestations of life is this then - our friends are not able to finish their stories.
Virginia WoolfThose comfortably padded lunatic asylums which are known, euphemistically, as the stately homes of England.
Virginia WoolfIt would be a thousand pities if women wrote like men, or lived like men, or looked like men, for if two sexes are quite inadequate, considering the vastness and variety of the world, how should we manage with one only? Ought not education to bring out and fortify the differences rather than the similarities?
Virginia Woolf