What greater delight and wonder can there be than to leave the straight lines of personality and deviate into these footpaths that lead beneath brambles and thick tree trunks into the heart of the forest where live those wild beasts, our fellow men? That is true: to escape is the greatest of pleasures; street haunting in winter the greatest of adventures.
Virginia WoolfLove ought to stop on both sides, donโt you think, simultaneously?โ He spoke without any stress on the words, so as not to wake the sleepers. โBut it wonโt - thatโs the devil,โ he added in the same undertone.
Virginia WoolfMy mind turned by anxiety, or other cause, from its scrutiny of blank paper, is like a lost childโwandering the house, sitting on the bottom step to cry.
Virginia WoolfI [who] am perpetually making notes in the margin of my mind for some final statement.
Virginia Woolf