It seems that a profound, impartial, and absolutely just opinion of our fellow-creatures is utterly unknown. Either we are men, or we are women. Either we are cold, or we are sentimental. Either we a...
Jacob's Room
Behind the cotton wool is hidden a pattern; that we � I mean all human beings � are connected with this; that the whole world is a work of art; that we are parts of the work of art. Hamlet or a Beeth...
Moments of Being
The only advice, indeed, that one person can give another about reading is to take no advice, to follow your own instincts, to use your own reason, to come to your own conclusions. If this is agreed ...
The Second Common Reader
There it was before her - life. Life: she thought but she did not finish her thought. She took a look at life, for she had a clear sense of it there, something real, something private, which she shar...
To the Lighthouse
What is meant by "reality"? It would seem to be something very erratic, very undependable � now to be found in a dusty road, now in a scrap of newspaper in the street, now a daffodil in the sun. It l...
A Room of One's Own
Beauty, the world seemed to say. And as if to prove it (scientifically) wherever he looked at the houses, at the railings, at the antelopes stretching over the palings, beauty sprang instantly. To wa...
Mrs. Dalloway
For now she need not think of anybody. She could be herself, by herself. And that was what now she often felt the need of - to think; well not even to think. To be silent; to be alone. All the being ...
To the Lighthouse
On Destiny: "Our destiny exercises its influence over us even when, as yet, we have not learned its nature: it is our future that lays down the law of our today."
Human, All Too Human