It is the nature of the artist to mind excessively what is said about him. Literature is strewn with the wreckage of men who have minded beyond reason the opinions of others.

Quote by Virginia Woolf

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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...

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...

These are the soul's changes. I don't believe in ageing. I believe in forever altering...

These are the soul's changes. I don't believe in ageing. I believe in forever altering...

Boredom is the legitimate kingdom of the philanthropic.

Boredom is the legitimate kingdom of the philanthropic.

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...

When the shriveled skin of the ordinary is stuffed out with meaning, it satisfies the...

When the shriveled skin of the ordinary is stuffed out with meaning, it satisfies the...

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...

Language is wine upon the lips.

Language is wine upon the lips.

There is much to support the view that it is clothes that wear us, and...

There is much to support the view that it is clothes that wear us, and...

There can be no two opinions as to what a highbrow is. He is the...

There can be no two opinions as to what a highbrow is. He is the...

One has to secrete a jelly in which to slip quotations down people's throats -...

One has to secrete a jelly in which to slip quotations down people's throats -...

Who shall measure the hat and violence of the poet's heart when caught and tangled...

Who shall measure the hat and violence of the poet's heart when caught and tangled...

If one could be friendly with women, what a pleasure - the relationship so secret...

If one could be friendly with women, what a pleasure - the relationship so secret...

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

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

It is far harder to kill a phantom than a reality

It is far harder to kill a phantom than a reality

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...

It is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth sometimes comes to...

It is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth sometimes comes to...

On the outskirts of every agony sits some observant fellow who points.

On the outskirts of every agony sits some observant fellow who points.

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

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

One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.

One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.