Nothing, however, can be more arrogant, though nothing is commoner than to assume that of Gods there is only one, and of religions none but the speakerโs.
Virginia WoolfBeauty was not everything. Beauty had this penalty โ it came too readily, came too completely. It stilled life โ froze it.
Virginia WoolfRuin, weariness, death, perpetually death, stand grimly to confront the other presence of Elizabethan drama which is life: life compact of frigates, fir trees and ivory, of dolphins and the juice of July flowers, of the milk of unicorns and panthersโ breath, of ropes of pearl, brains of peacocks and Cretan wine.
Virginia Woolf