The real loneliness is living among all these kind people who only ask one to pretend!

The moment my eyes fell on him, I was content.

Our blindest impulses become evidence of perspicacity when they fall in with the course of events.

Only the fact that we are unaware how well our nearest know us enables us to live with them. Love is the most impregnable refuge of self-esteem, and we hate the eye that reaches to our nakedness. Edith Wharton ~ The Touchstone

One of the first obligations of art is to make all useful things beautiful.

I discovered early that crying makes my nose red, and the knowledge has helped me through several painful episodes.

His whole future seemed suddenly to be unrolled before him; and passing down its endless emptiness he saw the dwindling figure of a man to whom nothing was ever to happen.