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For such will be our ruin if you, in the immensity of your public abstractions, forget the private figure, or if we in the intensity of our private emotions forget the public world. Both houses will be ruined, the public and the private, the material and the spiritual, for they are inseparably connected.
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I feel so intensely the delights of shutting oneself up in a little world of one’s own, with pictures and music and everything beautiful.
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History is too much about wars; biography too much about great men.
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Someone has to die in order that the rest of us should value life more.
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The depths of the sea are only water after all.
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I ransack public libraries & find them full of sunk treasure.
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I like going from one lighted room to another, such is my brain to me; lighted rooms.
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... if we can imagine the art of fiction come alive and standing in our midst, she would undoubtedly bid us to break her and bullyher, as well as honour and love her, for so her youth is renewed and her sovereignty assured.
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Truth had run through my fingers. Every drop had escaped.
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The world was going on as usual. All the time she was writing the world had continued.
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The chief glory of a woman is not to be talked of, said Pericles, himself a much-talked-of-man. Virginia Woolf
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We are cut, we are fallen. We are become part of that unfeeling universe that sleeps when we are at our quickest and burns red when we lie asleep.