The mind is the most capricious of insects — flitting, fluttering. – Virginia Woolf
When the shriveled skin of the ordinary is stuffed out with meaning, it satisfies the senses amazingly. – Virginia Woolf

The mind is the most capricious of insects — flitting, fluttering. – Virginia Woolf
When the shriveled skin of the ordinary is stuffed out with meaning, it satisfies the senses amazingly. – Virginia Woolf
Women have served all these centuries as looking glasses possessing the power of reflecting the figure of man at twice its natural size. – Virginia Woolf
I read the book of Job last night, I dont think God comes out well in it. – Virginia Woolf