3 December 2020 Edith Wharton There are moments when a man’s imagination, so easily subdued to what it lives in, suddenly rises above its daily level and surveys the long windings of destiny.
3 December 2020 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.
3 December 2020 Edith Wharton Life is the only real counselor wisdom unfiltered through personal experience does not become a part of the moral tissue.
3 December 2020 Edith Wharton Another unsettling element in modern art is that common symptom of immaturity, the dread of doing what has been done before.
3 December 2020 Edith Wharton There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it.
