I feel as if I could trust my happiness to carry me; as if it had grown out of me like wings.
Edith WhartonAh, good conversation - there's nothing like it, is there? The air of ideas is the only air worth breathing.
Edith WhartonI feel as if I could trust my happiness to carry me; as if it had grown out of me like wings.
Edith WhartonAh, good conversation - there's nothing like it, is there? The air of ideas is the only air worth breathing.
Edith Wharton