In our hurried world too little value is attached to the part of the connoisseur and dilettante. — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
Presently he rose and approached the case before which she stood. Its glass shelves were crowded with small broken objects —hardly recognisable… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
As the pain that can be told is but half a pain, so the pity that questions has little healing in its… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
The immense accretion of flesh which had descended on her in middle life like a flood of lava on a doomed city… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
Then stay with me a little longer,' Madame Olenska said in a low tone, just touching his knee with her plumed fan.… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
Little as she was addicted to solitude, there had come to be moments when it seemed a welcome escape from the empty… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
There was once a little girl who was so very intelligent that her parents feared that she would die. But an aged… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
One cares so little for the style in which one's praises are written. — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
She threw back her head with a laugh that made her chins ripple like little waves. — 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
