Virginia Woolf, Orlando

"Better was it to go unknown and leave behind you an arch, then to burn like a meteor and leave no dust."

"The flower bloomed and faded. The sun rose and sank. The lover loved and went. And what the poets said in rhyme, the young translated into practice."

"By the truth we are undone. Life is a dream. 'Tis the waking that kills us. He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life."