They seemed to come suddenly upon happiness as if they had surprised a butterfly in the winter woods. – 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
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
Another unsettling element in modern art is that common symptom of immaturity, the dread of doing what has been done before. – Edith Wharton