From Edith Wharton (1862–1937), American novelist, short story writer, and designer, The Age of Innocence (1920):
The real loneliness is living among all these kind people who only ask one to pretend!
From Edith Wharton (1862–1937), American novelist, short story writer, and designer, The Age of Innocence (1920):
The real loneliness is living among all these kind people who only ask one to pretend!
From Edith Wharton (1862–1937), Pulitzer Prize-winning American novelist, short story writer, and designer The House of Mirth (1905):
Why do we call all our generous ideas illusions, and the mean ones truths?
From Edith Wharton (1862–1937) American novelist, short story writer and designer, A Backward Glance (1934):
In spite of illness, in spite even of the archenemy sorrow, one can remain alive long past the usual date of disintegration if one is unafraid of change, insatiable in intellectual curiosity, interested in big things, and happy in small ways.
From Edith Wharton (1862-1937), American novelist and short story writer, from the novel House of Mirth, (1905):
The only way not to think about money is to have a great deal of it.