The early mist had vanished and the fields lay like a silver shield under the sun. It was one of the days when the glitter of winter shines through a pale haze of spring.
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 WhartonThe worst of doing one's duty was that it apparently unfitted one for doing anything else.
Edith Wharton