Moments like this are buds on the tree of life. Flowers of darkness they are.

I like books whose virtue is all drawn together in a page or two. I like sentences that don't budge though armies cross them.

When I cannot see words curling like rings of smoke round me I am in darkness—I am nothing.

Have you any notion how many books are written about women in the course of one year? Have you any notion how many are written by men? Are you aware that you are, perhaps, the most discussed animal in the universe?

Love ought to stop on both sides, don’t you think, simultaneously?’ He spoke without any stress on the words, so as not to wake the sleepers. ‘But it won’t - that’s the devil,’ he added in the same undertone.

The chief glory of a woman is not to be talked of, said Pericles, himself a much-talked-of-man.

On or about December 1910, human character changed.