Every secret of a writer's soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his mind is written large in his works.

Quote by Virginia Woolf

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Arrange whatever pieces come your way.

Arrange whatever pieces come your way.

For what Harley Street specialist has time to understand the body, let alone the mind...

For what Harley Street specialist has time to understand the body, let alone the mind...

The connection between dress and war is not far to seek; your finest clothes are...

The connection between dress and war is not far to seek; your finest clothes are...

The eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages.

The eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages.

If you do not tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other...

If you do not tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other...

Most of a modest woman's life was spent, after all, in denying what, in one...

Most of a modest woman's life was spent, after all, in denying what, in one...

You cannot find peace by avoiding life.

You cannot find peace by avoiding life.

A woman must have money and room of her own if she is to write...

A woman must have money and room of her own if she is to write...

My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery - always buzzing, humming,...

My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery - always buzzing, humming,...

Language is wine upon the lips.

Language is wine upon the lips.

That great Cathedral space which was childhood.

That great Cathedral space which was childhood.

This soul, or life within us, by no means agrees with the life outside us....

This soul, or life within us, by no means agrees with the life outside us....

Why are women... so much more interesting to men than men are to women?

Why are women... so much more interesting to men than men are to women?

The older one grows, the more one likes indecency.

The older one grows, the more one likes indecency.

Somewhere, everywhere, now hidden, now apparent in what ever is written down, is the form...

Somewhere, everywhere, now hidden, now apparent in what ever is written down, is the form...

Indeed, I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing...

Indeed, I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing...

The telephone, which interrupts the most serious conversations and cuts short the most weighty observations,...

The telephone, which interrupts the most serious conversations and cuts short the most weighty observations,...

It is far more difficult to murder a phantom than a reality.

It is far more difficult to murder a phantom than a reality.

I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it...

I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it...

Nothing has really happened until it has been recorded.

Nothing has really happened until it has been recorded.