The beauty of the world, which is so soon to perish, has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder.
From Virginia Woolf
These are the soul's changes. I don't believe in ageing. I believe in forever altering one's aspect to the sun. Hence my optimism.
Indeed, I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.
One likes people much better when they're battered down by a prodigious siege of misfortune than when they triumph.
For what Harley Street specialist has time to understand the body, let alone the mind or both in combination, when he is a slave to thirteen thousand a year?
We can best help you to prevent war not by repeating your words and following your methods but by finding new words and creating new methods.
It's not catastrophes, murders, deaths, diseases, that age and kill us; it's the way people look and laugh, and run up the steps of omnibuses.
If we help an educated man's daughter to go to Cambridge are we not forcing her to think not about education but about war? - not how she can learn, but how she can fight in order that she might win the same advantages as her brothers?
Every secret of a writer's soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his mind is written large in his works.
I want the concentration and the romance, and the worlds all glued together, fused, glowing: have no time to waste any more on prose.
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