The ground of liberty is to be gained by inches. We must be contented to secure what we can get from time to time and eternally press forward for what is yet to get. It takes time to persuade men to do even what is for their own good.

There is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one’s own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels for someone, for someone, pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echos.

To put it bluntly, I seem to have a whole superstructure with no foundation. But I&#39;m working on the foundation.

The present participle is the Devil himself, she thought, now that we are in the place for believing in Devils.

Written By Virginia Woolf

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