Mr. Beerbohm in his way is perfect ... He has brought personality into literature, not unconsciously and impurely, but so consciously and purely that we do not know whether there is any relation between Max the essayist and Mr. Beerbohm the man. We only know that the spirit of personality permeates every word that he writes ... He is without doubt the prince of his profession.
Virginia WoolfShe felt... how life, from being made up of little separate incidents which one lived one by one, became curled and whole like a wave which bore one up with it and threw one down with it, there, with a dash on the beach.
Virginia WoolfI was so pleased and excited by your letter that I trotted about all day like a puppy with a bone.
Virginia WoolfHow far do our feelings take their colour from the dive underground? I mean, what is the reality of any feeling?
Virginia Woolf