A Room Of One's Own: The Virginia Woolf Library Authorized Edition

by Virginia Woolf

No need to hurry. No need to sparkle. No need to be anybody but oneself.

One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.

There between the curtains was the October night, calm and lovely, with a star or two caught in the yellowing trees.

Truth had run through my fingers. Every drop had escaped.

Love was the only possible interpreter.