Edith Wharton
Edith Wharton
Edith Whartonwas a Pulitzer Prize-winning American novelist, short story writer, and designer. She was nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1927, 1928 and 1930. Wharton combined her insider's view of America's privileged classes with a brilliant, natural wit to write humorous, incisive novels and short stories of social and psychological insight. She was well acquainted with many of her era's other literary and public figures, including Theodore Roosevelt...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth24 January 1862
CityNew York City, NY
CountryUnited States of America
Life has a way of overgrowing its achievements as well as its ruins.
It is less mortifying to believe one's self unpopular than insignificant, and vanity prefers to assume that indifference is a latent form of unfriendliness.
My little dog - a heartbeat at my feet.
Half the trouble in life is caused by pretending there isn't any.
What a shame it is for a nation to be developing without a sense of beauty, and eating bananas for breakfast.
I had the story, bit by bit, from various people, and, as generally happens in such cases, each time it was a different story.
Everything may be labelled- but everybody is not.
A frivolous society can acquire dramatic significance only through what its frivolity destroys.
No insect hangs its nest on threads as frail as those which will sustain the weight of human vanity.
Ah, good conversation - there's nothing like it, is there? The air of ideas is the only air worth breathing.
He knelt by the bed and bent over her, draining their last moment to its lees; and in the silence there passed between them the word which made all clear.
Beware of monotony; it's the mother of all the deadly sins.
In our hurried world too little value is attached to the part of the connoisseur and dilettante.
Another unsettling element in modern art is that common symptom of immaturity, the dread of doing what has been done before.