My last page is always latent in my first; but the intervening windings of the way become clear only as I write. Edith Wharton More Quotes by Edith Wharton More Quotes From Edith Wharton Only the fact that we are unaware how well our nearest know us enables us to live with them. Love is the most impregnable refuge of self-esteem, and we hate the eye that reaches to our nakedness. Edith Wharton ~ The Touchstone Edith Wharton hateeyeself-esteem True originality consists not in a new manner but in a new vision. That new, that personal, vision is attained only by looking long enough at the object represented to make it the writer's own; and the mind which would bring this secret gem to fruition must be able to nourish it with an accumulated wealth of knowledge and experience. Edith Wharton wealth-of-knowledgemindlong Almost everybody in the neighborhood had troubles, frankly localized and specified; but only the chosen had complications. To have them was in itself a distinction, though it was also, in most cases, a death warrant. People struggled on for years wit Edith Wharton warpeopleyears Habit is necessary; it is the habit of having habits, of turning a trail into a rut, that must be incessantly fought against if one is to remain alive. Edith Wharton aliveliteraturehappiness She wondered if, when human souls try to get too near each other, they do not inevitably become mere blurs to each other's vision. Edith Wharton visionsoultrying We live in our own souls as in an unmapped region, a few acres of which we have cleared for our habitation; while of the nature of those nearest us we know but the boundaries that march with ours. Edith Wharton marchacressoul Beware of monotony; it's the mother of all the deadly sins. Edith Wharton sinmotherinspiring There was once a little girl who was so very intelligent that her parents feared that she would die. But an aged aunt, who had crossed the Atlantic in a sailing-vessel, said, 'My dears, let her marry the first man she falls in love with, and she will make such a fool of herself that it will probably save her life. Edith Wharton auntfalling-in-lovegirl There's no such thing as old age, there is only sorrow. Edith Wharton agingsorrowage She was so evidently the victim of the civilization which had produced her, that the links of her bracelet seemed like manacles chaining her to her fate. Edith Wharton fatelinkscivilization Happiness is a work of art. Handle with care. Edith Wharton carehappinessart I think sometimes that it is almost a pity to enjoy Italy as much as I do, because the acuteness of my sensations makes them rather exhausting; but when I see the stupid Italians I have met here, completely insensitive to their surroundings, and ignorant of the treasures of art and history among which they have grown up, I begin to think it is better to be an American, and bring to it all a mind and eye unblunted by custom. Edith Wharton eyestupidart They seemed to come suddenly upon happiness as if they had surprised a butterfly in the winter woods Edith Wharton butterflywinterhappiness Her mind was an hotel where facts came and went like transient lodgers, without leaving their address behind, and frequently without paying for their board. Edith Wharton boardsleavingmind Another unsettling element in modern art is that common symptom of immaturity, the dread of doing what has been done before. Edith Wharton immaturefearart In any really good subject, one has only to probe deep enough to come to tears. Edith Wharton tearsliteratureenough It frightened him to think what must have gone to the making of her eyes. Edith Wharton eyebeautifulthinking A frivolous society can acquire dramatic significance only through what its frivolity destroys. Edith Wharton dramaticsignificanceacquire I had the story, bit by bit, from various people, and, as generally happens in such cases, each time it was a different story. Edith Wharton differentstoriespeople Everything may be labelled- but everybody is not. Edith Wharton may
