The true felicity of a lover of books is the luxurious turning of page by page, the surrender, not meanly abject, but deliberate and cautious, with your wits about you, as you deliver yourself into the keeping of the book. This I call reading.
Edith WhartonI feel as if I could trust my happiness to carry me; as if it had grown out of me like wings.
Edith WhartonThink what stupid things the people must have done with their money who say they're 'happier without'.
Edith Wharton