“Ah, no, he did not want May to have that kind of innocence, the innocence that seals the mind against imagination and… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
“refurbished that image of herself in other minds which was her only notion of self-seeing” — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
Her mind was an hotel where facts came and went like transient lodgers, without leaving their address behind, and frequently without paying… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
“The motions of her mind were as incalculable as the flit of a bird in the branches” — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
“She has been better educated than her sister, and has a more receptive mind. It seems as though someone had sown in… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
The essence of taste is suitability. Divest the word of its prim and priggish implications, and see how it expresses the mysterious… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
“Though he sought simplicity, he dread dulness. Dimly conscious that he was dull himself, he craved the stimulus of a quicker mind;… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
“Norton was supremely gifted as an awakener, and no thoughtful mind can recall without a thrill the notes of the first voice… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
The real marriage of true minds is for any two people to possess a sense of humor or irony pitched in exactly… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
I think sometimes that it is almost a pity to enjoy Italy as much as I do, because the acuteness of my… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
“I cannot picture what the life of the spirit would have been without him. He found me when my mind and soul… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
“Her mind was as destitute of beauty and mystery as the prairie school-house in which she had been educated; and her ideals… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
“Suddenly the air was full of that deep clangor of bells which periodically covers Rome with a roof of silver.” — Edith Wharton Copy Share
“Untrained human nature was not frank and innocent; it was full of the twists and defences of an instinctive guile. And he felt himself… — Edith Wharton Copy Share
“High Pasture Come up--come up: in the dim vale below The autumn mist muffles the fading trees, But on this keen hill-pasture, though the… — Edith Wharton Copy Share
“Two ways to be a light for all, is to be a flaming candle or the mirror that reflects it” — Edith Wharton Copy Share
“... no treasure-house of Atreus was ever as rich as a well-stored memory.” — Edith Wharton Copy Share
“...the endless labour of rolling human stupidity up the steep hill of understanding.” — Edith Wharton Copy Share
“he saw his marriage becoming what most of the other marriages about him were: a dull association of material and social interests held together… — Edith Wharton Copy Share
The real loneliness is living among all these kind people who only ask one to pretend! — Edith Wharton Copy Share
With a shiver of foreboding he saw his marriage becoming what most of the other marriages about him were: a dull association of material… — Edith Wharton Copy Share
A classic is classic not because it conforms to certain structural rules, or fits certain definitions (of which its author had quite probably never… — Edith Wharton Copy Share
There is too much sour grapes for my taste in the present American attitude. The time to denounce the bankers was when we were… — Edith Wharton Copy Share
“But in a few years more perhaps there may be; for, deep within us as the ghost instinct lurks, I seem to see it… — Edith Wharton Copy Share
Dialogue in fiction should be reserved for the culminating moments and regarded as the spray into which the great wave of narrative breaks in… — Edith Wharton Copy Share
“These Americans, under their forthcoming manner, their surface-gush, as some might call it, have an odd reticence about what goes on underneath.” — Edith Wharton Copy Share
