...I have always lived on contrasts! To me the only death is monotony. Beware of monotony; it's the mother of all the deadly sins.
Edith WhartonIn the rotation of crops there was a recognized season for wild oats; but they were not sown more than once.
Edith WhartonAfter all, one knows one's weak points so well, that it's rather bewildering to have the critics overlook them and invent others.
Edith WhartonFor what endless years this life will have to go on! He felt, with a kind of horror, his own strong youth and the bounding blood in his veins.
Edith Wharton