"He lay on his chair with his..." - Quote by Virginia Woolf
He lay on his chair with his hands clasped above his paunch not reading, or sleeping, but basking like a creature gorged with existence.
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“Madness is terrific I can assure you, and not to be sniffed at; and in its lava I still find most of the things I write about. It shoots out of one everything shaped, final, not in mere driblets, as sanity does.”
“But I pine in Solitude. Solitude is my undoing.”
“To be nothing - is that not, after all, the most satisfactory fact in the whole world?”
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“The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.”
“Is it not better to intimate our astonishment as we pass through this world if it be only for a moment ere we are swallowed up in the yeast of the abyss? I will lift up my hands and say Kosmos.”
“I am grateful for what I am and have. My thanksgiving is perpetual. It is surprising how contented one can be with nothing definite - only a sense of existence. Well, anything for variety.”
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“He is rich who wishes no more than he has.”
“What I know for sure: Having the best things is no substitute for having the best life. When you can let go of the desire to acquire, you know you are really on your way.”
“For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth bringsThat then I scorn to change my state with kings.”