If you do not tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other people. – Virginia Woolf
The mind is the most capricious of insects — flitting, fluttering. – Virginia Woolf
If you do not tell the truth about yourself you cannot tell it about other people. – Virginia Woolf
The mind is the most capricious of insects — flitting, fluttering. – Virginia Woolf
Nothing induces me to read a novel except when I have to make money by writing about it. I detest them. – Virginia Woolf
For what Harley Street specialist has time to understand the body, let alone the mind or both in combination, when he is a slave to thirteen thousand a year? – Virginia Woolf