Quote by Virginia Woolf (1882-1941)

• 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.

• Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by heart and his friends can only read the title.

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

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

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