Virginia Woolf

You can not gain peace by avoiding life.

Once conform, once do what other people do because they do it, and a lethargy steals over all the finer nerves and faculties of the soul.

I meant to write about death, only life came breaking in as usual.

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

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

I have lost friends, some by death... others through sheer inability to cross the street.

For most of history, Anonymous was a woman.

Literature is strewn with the wreckage of those who have minded beyond reason the opinion of others.

I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.

Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by heart and his friends can only read the title.