I read the book of Job last night, I dont think God comes out well in it. – Virginia Woolf
The mind is the most capricious of insects — flitting, fluttering. – Virginia Woolf

I read the book of Job last night, I dont think God comes out well in it. – Virginia Woolf
The mind is the most capricious of insects — flitting, fluttering. – Virginia Woolf
There is much to support the view that it is clothes that wear us and not we them; we may make them take the mould of arm or breast, but they would mould our hearts, our brains, our tongues to their liking. – Virginia Woolf
Its not catastrophes, murders, deaths, diseases, that age and kill us its the way people look and laugh, and run up the steps of omnibuses. – Virginia Woolf