For 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 WhartonI swear I only want to hear about you, to know what you've been doing. It's a hundred years since we've met-it may be another hundred before we meet again.
Edith WhartonNo insect hangs its nest on threads as frail as those which will sustain the weight of human vanity.
Edith Wharton