No sooner have you feasted on beauty with your eyes than your mind tells you that beauty is vain and beauty passes
Virginia WoolfA million candles burnt in him without his being at the trouble of lighting a single one
Virginia WoolfNo sooner have you feasted on beauty with your eyes than your mind tells you that beauty is vain and beauty passes
Virginia WoolfA million candles burnt in him without his being at the trouble of lighting a single one
Virginia Woolf