Archer was too intelligent to think that a young woman like Ellen Olenska would necessarily recoil from everything that reminded her of… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
The visible world is a daily miracle for those who have eyes and ears; and I still warm hands thankfully at the… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
Selden and Lily stood still, accepting the unreality of the scene as a part of their own dream-like sensations. It would not… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
To visit Morocco is still like turning the pages of some illuminated Persian manuscript all embroidered with bright shapes and subtle lines. — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
Mothers and daughters are part of each other's consciousness, in different degrees and in a different way, but still with the mutual… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
I couldn't have spoken like this yesterday, because when we've been apart, and I'm looking forward to seeing you, every thought is… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
I'm not much interested in travelling scholarships for women - or in fact in scholarships, tout court! - they'd much better stay… — 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
