It is strange how a scrap of poetry works in the mind and ma... - Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own

"Literature is strewn with the wreckage of those who have minded beyond reason the opinion of others."

"One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well."

"Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman."

"For masterpieces are not single and solitary births; they are the outcome of many years of thinking in common, of thinking by the body of the people, so that the experience of the mass is behind the single voice."

"Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind."