“Illusions are to the soul what atmosphere is to the earth. Roll up that tender air and the plant dies, the colour… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
“For if it is rash to walk into a lion’s den unarmed, rash to navigate the Atlantic in a rowing boat, rash… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
By the truth we are undone. Life is a dream. 'Tis the waking that kills us. He who robs us of our… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
