More quotes by Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own

"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."
"It is strange how a scrap of poetry works in the mind and makes the legs move in time to it along the road."
"Literature is strewn with the wreckage of those who have minded beyond reason the opinion of others."
"So long as you write what you wish to write, that is all that matters; and whether it matters for ages or only for hours, nobody can say."