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
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
Another unsettling element in modern art is that common symptom of immaturity, the dread of doing what has been done before. – Edith Wharton