My last page is always latent in my first; but the intervening windings of the way become clear only as I write. — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
Life has a way of overgrowing its achievements as well as its ruins. — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
there are lots of ways of answering a letter - and writing doesn't happen to be mine. — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
It was the old New York way...the way people who dreaded scandal more than disease, who placed decency above courage, and who… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
She was very near hating him now; yet the sound of his voice, the way the light fell on his thin, dark… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
There are lots of ways of being miserable, but there's only one way of being comfortable, and that is to stop running… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
Habit is necessary. It is the habit of having habits, of turning a trail into a rut, that must be incessantly fought… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
The other producer of old age is habit: the deathly process of doing the same thing in the same way at the… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
But I have sometimes thought that a woman's nature is like a great house full of rooms: there is the hall, through… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
The only way not to think about money is to have a great deal of it. — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
To have you here, you mean-in reach and yet out of reach? To meet you in this way, on the sly? It's… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
There are two ways to spread happiness; either be the light who shines it or be the mirror who reflects it. — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
One can remain alive ... if one is unafraid of change, insatiable in intellectual curiosity interested in big things and happy in… — 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
He simply felt that if he could carry away the vision of the spot of earth she walked on, and the way… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
Wherein lies a poet's claim to originality? That he invents his incidents? No. That he was present when his episodes had their… — 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
