Those comfortably padded lunatic asylums which are known, euphemistically, as the stately homes of England. – Virginia Woolf
Let a man get up and say, Behold, this is the truth, and instantly I perceive a sandy cat filching a piece of fish in the background. Look, you have forgotten the cat, I say. – Virginia Woolf
If we didnt live venturously, plucking the wild goat by the beard, and trembling over precipices, we should never be depressed, Ive no doubt; but already should be faded, fatalistic and aged. – Virginia Woolf
If one could be friendly with women, what a pleasure – the relationship so secret and private compared with relations with men. Why not write about it truthfully? – Virginia Woolf