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Virginia Woolf, I Enjoyed Talking To Her, But Thought Nothing Of Her Writing. I Considered Her 'a Beautiful Little Knitter.

[history Is] That Terrible Mill In Which Sawdust Rejoins Sawdust.

... All Ugliness Passes, And Beauty Endures, Excepting Of The Skin.

What Is The Special Privilege Of Youth? It Is, I Think, The Power Of Looking Forward, The Firm Belief That The Future Holds Something That Is Worth Possessing, And That, Therefore, One Can Let The Present Moment Drop From One Without Regret And Without Fear.

I Am One Of Those Unhappy Persons Who Inspire Bores To The Greatest Flights Of Art.