Numbers exist in the void; it is impossible to imagine the destruction of numbers, even though you imagine the destruction of the universe. - Vita Sackville-West

This is how you must imagine your letters arriving, and me carrying them off to read in peace, and saying 'oh darling Virginia', and smiling to myself, and reading them all over again. Whereas mine just come with the postman.

It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by. How else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the moment.

She walks in the loveliness she made,
Between the apple-blossom and the water — She walks among the patterned pied brocade,
Each flower her son, and every tree her daughter.