The beauty of the world, which is so soon to perish, has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder. – Virginia Woolf
The mind is the most capricious of insects — flitting, fluttering. – Virginia Woolf

The beauty of the world, which is so soon to perish, has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder. – Virginia Woolf
The mind is the most capricious of insects — flitting, fluttering. – Virginia Woolf
If you do not tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other people. – Virginia Woolf
Those comfortably padded lunatic asylums which are known, euphemistically, as the stately homes of England. – Virginia Woolf