Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book shown to him by heart, and his friends can only read the title. – Virginia Woolf
The mind is the most capricious of insects — flitting, fluttering. – Virginia Woolf

Each has his past shut in him like the leaves of a book shown to him by heart, and his friends can only read the title. – Virginia Woolf
The mind is the most capricious of insects — flitting, fluttering. – 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
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
Each one of us is alone in the world… We seek pitifully to convey to others the treasures of our heart, but they have not the power to accept them, and so we go lonely, side by side but not together, unable to know our fellows and unknown by them. – W. Somerset Maugham, The Moon and Sixpence, 1919