I read the book of Job last night, I don't think God comes out well in it.

Quote by Virginia Woolf

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Humor is the first of the gifts to perish in a foreign tongue

Humor is the first of the gifts to perish in a foreign tongue

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...

Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to...

Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to...

Sleep, that deplorable curtailment of the joy of life.

Sleep, that deplorable curtailment of the joy of life.

For most of history, Anonymous was a woman.

For most of history, Anonymous was a woman.

Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged; life is a luminous halo,...

Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged; life is a luminous halo,...

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...

Nothing induces me to read a novel except when I have to make money by...

Nothing induces me to read a novel except when I have to make money by...

Almost any biographer, if he respects facts, can give us much more than another fact...

Almost any biographer, if he respects facts, can give us much more than another fact...

A good essay must have this permanent quality about it; it must draw its curtain...

A good essay must have this permanent quality about it; it must draw its curtain...

I was in a queer mood, thinking myself very old: but now I am a...

I was in a queer mood, thinking myself very old: but now I am a...

If we didn't live venturously, plucking the wild goat by the beard, and trembling over...

If we didn't live venturously, plucking the wild goat by the beard, and trembling over...

As a woman, I have no country. As a woman my country is the world.

As a woman, I have no country. As a woman my country is the world.

The poet gives us his essence, but prose takes the mold of the body and...

The poet gives us his essence, but prose takes the mold of the body and...

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...

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

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

Yet, it is true, poetry is delicious; the best prose is that which is most...

Yet, it is true, poetry is delicious; the best prose is that which is most...

Rigid, the skeleton of habit alone upholds the human frame.

Rigid, the skeleton of habit alone upholds the human frame.

Odd how the creative power at once brings the whole universe to order.

Odd how the creative power at once brings the whole universe to order.

Yet it is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth sometimes comes...

Yet it is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth sometimes comes...