I was so pleased and excited by your letter that I trotted about all day like a puppy with a bone.
Virginia WoolfWhile fame impedes and constricts, obscurity wraps about a man like a mist; obscurity is dark, ample, and free; obscurity lets the mind take its way unimpeded. Over the obscure man is poured the merciful suffusion of darkness. None knows where he goes or comes. He may seek the truth and speak it; he alone is free; he alone is truthful, he alone is at peace.
Virginia WoolfBut I don't think of the future, or the past, I feast on the moment. This is the secret of happiness, but only reached now in middle age.
Virginia Woolf