One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.
Woolf compares a lavish lunch at a men’s college, where the talk was good, with a meagre dinner at a women’s college. The next sentence reads, “The lamp in the spine does not light on beef and prunes.”
A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.
Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself.
Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.
A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines.
A house divided against itself cannot stand.
The rank is but the guinea’s stamp, / The Man’s the gowd for a’ that.