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 is the saddest thing there is, next to death.
One can remain alive ... if one is unafraid of change, insatiable in intellectual curiosity interested in big things and happy in small ways.
We can't behave like people in novels, though, can we?
... caprice is as ruinous as routine.
Society soon grows used to any state of things which is imposed upon it without explanation.
Half the trouble in life is caused by pretending there isn't any.
The real marriage of true minds is for any two people to possess a sense of humor or irony pitched in exactly the same key, so that their joint glances on any subject cross like interarching searchlights.
They belonged to that vast group of human automata who go through life without neglecting to perform a single one of the gestures executed by the surrounding puppets.
In our hurried world too little value is attached to the part of the connoisseur and dilettante.
There are two ways to spread happiness; either be the light who shines it or be the mirror who reflects it.
My little dog - a heartbeat at my feet.
No insect hangs its nest on threads as frail as those which will sustain the weight of human vanity.
The only way not to think about money is to have a great deal of it.
In any really good subject, one has only to probe deep enough to come to tears.