In any really good subject, one has only to probe deep enough to come to tears. — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
It was easy enough to despise the world, but decidedly difficult to find any other habitable region. — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
I have never known a novel that was good enough to be good in spite of its being adapted to the author's… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
My first few weeks in America are always miserable, because the tastes I am cursed with are all of a kind that… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
Most timidities have such secret compensations and Miss Bart was discerning enough to know that the inner vanity is generally in proportion… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
True originality consists not in a new manner but in a new vision. That new, that personal, vision is attained only by… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
Don't you ever mind," she asked suddenly, "not being rich enough to buy all the books you want? — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
“It was amusement enough to be with a group of fearless and talkative girls, who said new things in a new language,… — 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
