My little dog — a heartbeat at my feet. – Edith Wharton
There are two ways to spread happiness; either be the light who shines it or be the mirror who reflects it. – Edith Wharton
My little dog — a heartbeat at my feet. – Edith Wharton
There are two ways to spread happiness; either be the light who shines it or be the mirror who reflects it. – Edith Wharton
Old age, calm, expanded, broad with the haughty breadth of the universe, old age flowing free with the delicious near-by freedom of death. – 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
We are becoming like cats, slyly parasitic, enjoying an indifferent domesticity. Nice and snug in the social, our historic passions have withdrawn into the glow of an artificial coziness, and our half-closed eyes now seek little other than the peaceful parade of television pictures. – Jean Baudrillard