Quote by Virginia Woolf (1882-1941)

• Humor is the first of the gifts to perish in a foreign tongue.

• I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.

• Every secret of a writer's soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his mind, is written large in his works.

• The older one grows, the more one likes indecency.

• Literature is strewn with the wreckage of those who have minded beyond reason the opinion of others.

• Literature is strewn with the wreckage of men who have minded beyond reason the opinions of others.