I wonder, among all the tangles of this mortal coil, which one contains tighter knots to undo, and consequently suggests more tugging,… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
Almost everybody in the neighborhood had troubles, frankly localized and specified; but only the chosen had complications. To have them was in… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
“Life is the saddest thing there is, next to death; yet there are always new countries to see, new books to read… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
And I wonder, among all the tangles of this mortal coil, which one contains tighter knots to undo, & consequently suggests more… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
...I have always lived on contrasts! To me the only death is monotony. Beware of monotony; it's the mother of all the… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
Old age, calm, expanded, broad with the haughty breadth of the universe, old age flowing free with the delicious near-by freedom of… — 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
