Happy the mother who bears, happier still the biographer who records the life of such a one! Virginia Woolf
The green garden, moonlit pool, lemons, lovers, and fish are all dissolved in the opal sky, across which, as the horns are joined by trumpets and supported by clarions there rise white arches firmly planted on marble pillars... Virginia Woolf
The strange thing about life is that though the nature of it must have been apparent to every one for hundreds of years, no one has left any adequate account of it. Virginia Woolf