Another unsettling element in modern art is that common symptom of immaturity, the dread of doing what has been done before. – Edith Wharton
They seemed to come suddenly upon happiness as if they had surprised a butterfly in the winter woods. – Edith Wharton
People pay for what they do, and still more, for what they have allowed themselves to become. And they pay for it simply: by the lives they lead. – Edith Wharton
There are moments when a mans imagination, so easily subdued to what it lives in, suddenly rises above its daily level and surveys the long windings of destiny. – Edith Wharton