Sleep, that deplorable curtailment of the joy of life. – Virginia Woolf
Rigid, the skeleton of habit alone upholds the human frame. – Virginia Woolf

Sleep, that deplorable curtailment of the joy of life. – Virginia Woolf
Rigid, the skeleton of habit alone upholds the human frame. – 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