Mystery is the face everybody shared before they were born and the joke they'll finally get after they're dead.

Is it true that when you love a woman you are never sure—never sure of her because you aren’t sure of yourself?

America will never be destroyed from the outside. If we falter and lose our freedoms, it will be because we destroyed ourselves.

No, she thought, one could say nothing to nobody. The urgency of the moment always missed its mark. Words fluttered sideways and struck the object inches too low.

Written By Virginia Woolf

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