As a woman I have no country. As a woman my country is the whole world.
From Virginia Woolf
Yet it is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth sometimes comes to the top.
A good essay must have this permanent quality about it; it must draw its curtain round us, but it must be a curtain that shuts us in not out.
We are nauseated by the sight of trivial personalities decomposing in the eternity of print.
The man who is aware of himself is henceforward independent; and he is never bored, and life is only too short, and he is steeped through and through with a profound yet temperate happiness.
I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in.
There is much to support the view that it is clothes that wear us, and not we, them; we may make them take the mould of arm or breast, but they mould our hearts, our brains, our tongues to their liking.
Rigid, the skeleton of habit alone upholds the human frame.
To enjoy freedom we have to control ourselves.
The truth is, I often like women. I like their unconventionality. I like their completeness. I like their anonymity.
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