Dialogue in fiction should be reserved for the culminating moments and regarded as the spray into which the great wave of narrative… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
“The allegation that English girls had no conversation must be true; but theirs was a SPEAKING silence. Their eyes and smiles were… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
Ah, good conversation - there's nothing like it, is there? The air of ideas is the only air worth breathing. — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
She said she knew we were safe with you, and always would be, because once, when she asked you to, you'd given… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
“The telephone clicked, and Archer, turning from the photographs, unhooked the transmitter at his elbow. How far they were from the days… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
“It was before him again in its completeness -- the choice in which she was content to rest: in the stupid costliness… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
“It was before him again in its completeness--the choice in which she was content to rest: in the stupid costliness of the… — 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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“Two ways to be a light for all, is to be a flaming candle or the mirror that reflects it” — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
“... no treasure-house of Atreus was ever as rich as a well-stored memory.” — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
“...the endless labour of rolling human stupidity up the steep hill of understanding.” — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
“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 Image
The real loneliness is living among all these kind people who only ask one to pretend! — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
