Date: 1927

"Also the sea tosses itself and breaks itself, and should any sleeper fancying that he might find on the beach an answer to his doubts, a sharer of his solitude, throw off his bedclothes and go down by himself to walk on the sand, no image with semblance of serving and divine promptitude comes re...

— Woolf, Virgina (1882-1941)

Date: December 28, 1932

"My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery--always buzzing, humming, soaring roaring diving, and then buried in mud."

— Woolf, Virgina (1882-1941)