The flower bloomed and faded. The sun rose and sank. The lov... - Virginia Woolf, Orlando

"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."

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

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

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

"A woman knows very well that, though a wit sends her his poems, praises her judgment, solicits her criticism, and drinks her tea, this by no means signifies that he respects her opinions, admires her understanding, or will refuse, though the rapier is denied him, to run through the body with his pen."