Better was it to go unknown and leave behind you an arch, th... - Virginia Woolf, Orlando

"For while directly we say that it [the length of human life] is ages long, we are reminded that it is briefer than the fall of a rose leaf to the ground."

"Was not writing poetry a secret transaction, a voice answering a voice?"

"He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life."

"For once the disease of reading has laid upon the system it weakens so that it falls an easy prey to that other scourge which dwells in the ink pot and festers in the quill. The wretch takes to writing."

"Love, the poet said, is woman's whole existence."