Those comfortably padded lunatic asylums which are known, euphemistically, as the stately homes of England.
Virginia WoolfGreen in nature is one thing, green in literature another. Nature and letters seem to have a natural antipathy; bring them together and they tear each other to pieces.
Virginia WoolfRomantic Love is only an Illusion. A story one makes up in One's Mind about Another Person.
Virginia Woolf