To love makes one solitary. - Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway

"What does the brain matter compared with the heart?"

"Life stand still here."

"First a warning, musical; then the hour, irrevocable. The leaden circles dissolved in the air."

"Love and religion! thought Clarissa, going back into the drawing room, tingling all over. How detestable, how detestable they are!"

"It might be possible that the world itself is without meaning."