The mind is the most capricious of insects — flitting, fluttering. – Virginia Woolf
Some people go to priests; others to poetry; I to my friends. – Virginia Woolf
The mind is the most capricious of insects — flitting, fluttering. – Virginia Woolf
Some people go to priests; others to poetry; I to my friends. – Virginia Woolf
It seems as if an age of genius must be succeeded by an age of endeavour riot and extravagance by cleanliness and hard work. – Virginia Woolf
Rigid, the skeleton of habit alone upholds the human frame. – Virginia Woolf