Virginia Woolf

One of the signs of passing youth is the birth of a sense of fellowship with other human beings as we take our place among them.

Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged; life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness to the end.

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

I don't like to get in front of people.

It is always the same: women bedeck themselves with jewels and furs, and men with wit and quotations.