[B]ut he had lived in a world in which, as he said, no one who loved ideas need hunger mentally.
Edith WhartonHe 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.
Edith WhartonThe real loneliness is living among all these kind people who only ask one to pretend!
Edith Wharton