I need not hate any man; he cannot hurt me. I need not flatter any man; he has nothing to give me. - Virginia Woolf

The strange thing about life is that though the nature of it must have been apparent to every one for hundreds of years, no one has left any adequate account of it. The streets of London have their map; but our passions are uncharted. What are you going to meet if you turn this corner?

I need silence, and to be alone and to go out, and to save one hour
to consider what has happened to my world, what death has done to my
world.

for it was not knowledge but unity that she desired, not inscriptions on tablets, nothing that could be written in any language known to men, but intimacy itself, which is knowledge