To your generation, I must represent the literary equivalent of tufted furniture and gas chandeliers.
Edith WhartonArcher reddened to the temples but dared not move or speak: it was as if her words had been some rare butterfly that the least motion might drive off on startled wings, but that might gather a flock if it were left undisturbed.
Edith WhartonAs the pain that can be told is but half a pain, so the pity that questions has little healing in its touch.
Edith Wharton