Even sleep, that deplorable curtailment of the joy of life, can be full of dreams; and the most common actions - a walk, a talk, solitude in one's own orchard - can be enhanced and lit up by the association of the mind. Beauty is everywhere, and beauty is only two finger's-breadth from goodness. So, in the name of health and sanity, let us not dwell on the end of the journey.
- Virginia Woolf