To visit Morocco is still like turning the pages of some illuminated Persian manuscript all embroidered with bright shapes and subtle lines.
Edith WhartonAh, the poverty, the miserable poverty, of any love that lies outside of marriage, of any love that is not a living together, a sharing of all!
Edith WhartonMy last page is always latent in my first; but the intervening windings of the way become clear only as I write.
Edith Wharton