[B]ut he had lived in a world in which, as he said, no one who loved ideas need hunger mentally.
Edith WhartonThere is one friend in the life of each of us who seems not a separate person, however dear and beloved, but an expansion, an interpretation, of one's self, the very meaning of one's soul.
Edith WhartonIt seems stupid to have discovered America only to make it into a copy of another country.
Edith Wharton