Every season is likeable, and wet days and fine, red wine and white, company and solitude. Even sleep, that deplorable curtailment of the joy of life, can be full of dreams; and the most common actions──a walk, a talk, solitude in one’s own orchard──can be enhanced and lit up by the association of the mind. Beauty is everywhere, and beauty is only two finger’s-breadth from goodness.
Virginia WoolfThe telephone, which interrupts the most serious conversations and cuts short the most weighty observations, has a romance of its own.
Virginia WoolfMost of a modest woman's life was spent, after all, in denying what, in one day at least of every year, was made obvious.
Virginia Woolf