More from Virginia Woolf
I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.
A Room of One’s Own (1929), Ch. 3, p. 51- A Room of One’s Own (1929), Ch. 3, p. 72
Humour is the first of the gifts to perish in a foreign tongue.
The Common Reader (1925)
More about happiness
C. S. Lewis1898–1963Till We Have Faces: A Myth Retold (1956), Pt. 1, VII (Psyche)Think of all the beauty that’s still left in and around you, and be happy.



