Love, the poet said, is woman's whole existence. - Virginia Woolf, Orlando

"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."

"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."

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