How far we are going to read a poet when we can read about a poet is a problem to lay before biographers.
Virginia WoolfSo fine was the morning except for a streak of wind here and there that the sea and sky looked all one fabric, as if sails were stuck high up in the sky, or the clouds had dropped down into the sea.
Virginia WoolfWhen I am grown up I shall carry a notebookโa fat book with many pages, methodically lettered. I shall enter my phrases.
Virginia WoolfWe do not know our own souls, let alone the souls of others. Human beings do not go hand in hand the whole stretch of the way. There is a virgin forest in each; a snowfield where even the print of birds' feet is unknown. Here we go alone, and like it better so. Always to have sympathy, always to be accompanied, always to be understood would be intolerable.
Virginia Woolf