“Little by little it became the scene of his real life, of his only rational activities; thither he brought the books he… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
Something he knew he had missed: the flower of life. But he thought of it now as a thing so unattainable and… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
“He had built up within himself a kind of sanctuary in which she throned among his secret thoughts and longings. Little by… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
Life is either always a tight-rope or a featherbed. Give me a tight-rope. — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
Make ones center of life inside ones self, not selfishly or excludingly, but with a kind of unassailable serenity. — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
“There was money enough... but she asked so much of life, in ways so complex and immaterial. He thought of her as… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
“I have tried hard--but life is difficult, and I am a very useless person.” — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
“Passion," the artist implied, would have been the dominant note of his life, had it not been held in check by a… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
“His days were full and they were filled decently, he supposed it was all a man ought to ask. Something he knew… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
The turnings of life seldon show a sign-post; or rather, though the sign is always there, it is usually placed some distance… — 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
