The beauty of the world has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder.
Virginia Woolf (1882 - 1941)
Source: A Room of One's Own, 1929
Contributed by: Zaady
Moreover, a book is not made of sentences laid end to end, but of sentences built, if an image helps, into arcades or domes.
Women have served all these centuries as looking-glasses possessing the magic and delicious power of reflecting the figure of man at twice its natural size.
The word-coining genius, as if thought plunged into a sea of words and came up dripping.
Source: The Common Reader, 1925, An Elizabethan Play
Literature is strewn with the wreckage of those who have minded beyond reason the opinion of others.
One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.
To enjoy freedom . . . we have of course to control ourselves. We must not squander our powers, helplessly and ignorantly, squirting half the house in order to water a single rose.
Source: The Second Common Reader
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