It seems stupid to have discovered America only to make it into a copy of another country. Edith Wharton More Quotes by Edith Wharton More Quotes From Edith Wharton Poetry and art are the breath of life to her. Edith Wharton breaths art I don't believe in God, but I do believe in His saints. Edith Wharton believe-in-god saint believe Wherein lies a poet's claim to originality? That he invents his incidents? No. That he was present when his episodes had their birth? No. That he was first to repeat them? No. None of these things has any value. He confers on them their only originality that has any value, and that is his way of telling them." Mark Twain "...every literature, in its main lines, reflects the chief characteristics of the people for whom, and about whom, it is written. Edith Wharton lying people firsts What's the use of making mysteries? It only makes people want to nose 'em out. Edith Wharton ems use people She was very near hating him now; yet the sound of his voice, the way the light fell on his thin, dark hair, the way he sat and moved and wore his clothes—she was conscious that even these trivial things were inwoven with her deepest life. Edith Wharton hate light dark Ah, the poverty, the miserable poverty, of any love that lies outside of marriage, of any love that is not a living together, a sharing of all! Edith Wharton poverty together lying Presently he rose and approached the case before which she stood. Its glass shelves were crowded with small broken objects —hardly recognisable domestic utensils, ornaments and personal trifles — made of glass, of clay, of discoloured bronze and other time-blurred substances. Edith Wharton glasses time people Mrs. Ballinger is one of the ladies who pursue Culture in bands, as though it were dangerous to meet it alone. Edith Wharton dangerous band culture It must be less wicked to love the wrong person than not to love anybody at all. Edith Wharton wrong-person wicked persons I'm afraid I'm an incorrigible life-lover, life-wonderer, and adventurer. Edith Wharton incorrigible adventurer lovers In the summer New York was the only place in which one could escape from New Yorkers. Edith Wharton new-yorkers new-york summer I have drunk of the wine of life at last, I have known the thing best worth knowing, I have been warmed through and through, never to grow quite cold again till the end. Edith Wharton drunk wine knowing Overhead hung a summer sky furrowed with the rush of rockets; and from the east a late moon, pushing up beyond the lofty bend of the coast, sent across the bay a shaft of brightness which paled to ashes in the red glitter of the illuminated boats. Edith Wharton moon summer sky I wonder, among all the tangles of this mortal coil, which one contains tighter knots to undo, and consequently suggests more tugging, and pain, and diversified elements of misery, than the marriage tie. Edith Wharton If only we'd stop trying to be happy we'd have a pretty good time. Edith Wharton Life is always a tightrope or a feather bed. Give me the tightrope. Edith Wharton give me always bed life I don't know if I should care for a man who made life easy; I should want someone who made it interesting. Edith Wharton man care easy life
