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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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...

It is curious how instinctively one protects the image of oneself from idolatry or any...

It is curious how instinctively one protects the image of oneself from idolatry or any...

We can best help you to prevent war not by repeating your words and following...

We can best help you to prevent war not by repeating your words and following...

Masterpieces are not single and solitary births; they are the outcome of many years of...

Masterpieces are not single and solitary births; they are the outcome of many years of...

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...

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...

This is not writing at all. Indeed, I could say that Shakespeare surpasses literature altogether,...

This is not writing at all. Indeed, I could say that Shakespeare surpasses literature altogether,...

Every secret of a writer's soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his...

Every secret of a writer's soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his...

You cannot find peace by avoiding life.

You cannot find peace by avoiding life.

For most of history, Anonymous was a woman.

For most of history, Anonymous was a woman.

We are nauseated by the sight of trivial personalities decomposing in the eternity of print.

We are nauseated by the sight of trivial personalities decomposing in the eternity of print.

The beauty of the world has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting...

The beauty of the world has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting...

Growing up is losing some illusions, in order to acquire others.

Growing up is losing some illusions, in order to acquire others.

As a woman I have no country. As a woman my country is the whole...

As a woman I have no country. As a woman my country is the whole...

It is fatal to be a man or woman pure and simple: one must be...

It is fatal to be a man or woman pure and simple: one must be...

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...

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...

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...

There are two perfectly good men, one dead, and the other unborn

There are two perfectly good men, one dead, and the other unborn

A man is a God in ruins

A man is a God in ruins