I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems... - Virginia Woolf

"Why are women... so much more interesting to men than men are to women?"

"When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don't seem to matter very much, do they?"

"Once conform, once do what other people do because they do it, and a lethargy steals over all the finer nerves and faculties of the soul. She becomes all outer show and inward emptiness; dull, callous, and indifferent."

"Arrange whatever pieces come your way."

"Second hand books are wild books, homeless books; they have come together in vast flocks of variegated feather, and have a charm which the domesticated volumes of the library lack."