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History is too much about wars; biography too much about great men.
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I often wish I'd got on better with your father,' he said.
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The large shiny black forehead of the first whale was no more than two yards from us when it sank beneath the surface of the water, then we saw the huge blue-black bulk glide quietly under the raft right beneath our feet. It lay there for some time, dark and motionless, and we held our breath as we looked down on the gigantic curved back of a mammal a good deal longer than the raft. Virginia Woolf
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Never let anybody guess that you have a mind of your own. Above all be pure
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One can only believe entirely, perhaps, in what one cannot see.
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As for 'drawing you out,' please believe I don't do such things deliberately, with an object -- It's only that I am, as a rule, far more interested in people than they are in me -- But it makes me a nuisance, I know: only an innocent nuisance.
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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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Never pretend that the things you haven't got are not worth having.
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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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Truth had run through my fingers. Every drop had escaped.
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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.