Still, the sun was hot. Still, one got over things. Still, life had a way of adding day to day
Virginia WoolfThe most important thing is not to think very much about oneself. To investigate candidly the charge; but not fussily, not very anxiously. On no account to retaliate by going to the other extreme -- thinking too much.
Virginia WoolfI would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.
Virginia Woolf