Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by heart and his friends can only read the title. – Virginia Woolf
Odd how the creative power at once brings the whole universe to order. – Virginia Woolf
Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by heart and his friends can only read the title. – Virginia Woolf
Odd how the creative power at once brings the whole universe to order. – Virginia Woolf
Those comfortably padded lunatic asylums which are known, euphemistically, as the stately homes of England. – Virginia Woolf
There can be no two opinions as to what a highbrow is. He is the man or woman of thoroughbred intelligence who rides his mind at a gallop across country in pursuit of an idea. – Virginia Woolf