Two heads on one body do not make for length of life.

Are there no men present? Do you promise me that behind that red curtain over there the figure of Sir Charles Biron is not concealed? We are all women you assure me? Then I may tell you that the very next words I read were these —’Chloe liked Olivia . . . ’ Do not start. Do not blush. Let us admit in the privacy of our own society that these things sometimes happen. Sometimes women do like women.

What one means by integrity, in the case of the novelist, is the conviction that he gives one that this is the truth.

Men are the ‘opposing faction’; men are hated and feared, because they have the power to bar her way to what she wants to do—which is to write.

is that any woman born with a great gift in the sixteenth century would certainly have gone crazed, shot herself, or ended her days in some lonely cottage outside the village, half witch, half wizard, feared and mocked at.

But by no possible means could middle-class women with nothing but brains and character at their command have taken part in any one of the great movements which, brought together, constitute the historian’s view of the past.

It was certainly an odd monster that one made up by reading the historians first and the poets afterwards a worm winged like an eagle; the spirit of life and beauty in a kitchen chopping up suet.

what is so unfortunate is that wise men never think the same thing about women. Here is Pope: Most women have no character at all. And here is La Bruyère: Les femmes sont extrêmes, elles sont meilleures ou pires que les hommes ——

ladies are only admitted to the library if accompanied by a Fellow of the College or furnished with a letter of introduction.

when a subject is highly controversial—and any question about sex is that—one cannot hope to tell the truth.

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He had, of course, dreamed of battles all his life—of vagueand bloody conflicts that had thrilled him with their sweepand fire. In visions he had seen himself in many struggles.

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