True originality consists not in a new manner but in a new vision. Edith Wharton consistmanneroriginality Change image and share on social
Habit is necessary; it is the habit of having habits, of turning a trail into a rut, that must be incessantly fought against if one is to remain alive. Edith Wharton alivefighthabit Change image and share on social
To be able to look life in the face: that's worth living in a garret for, isn't it? Edith Wharton facegarretlife Change image and share on social
After all, one knows one's weak points so well, that it's rather bewildering to have the critics overlook them and invent others. Edith Wharton bewildercriticinvent Change image and share on social
The worst of doing one's duty was that it apparently unfitted one for doing anything else. Edith Wharton apparentlybadduty Change image and share on social
The air of ideas is the only air worth breathing. Edith Wharton airbreatheidea Change image and share on social
Beware of monotony; it's the mother of all the deadly sins. Edith Wharton bewaredeadlymonotony Change image and share on social
There are moments when a man's imagination, so easily subdued to what it lives in, suddenly rises above its daily level and surveys the long windings of destiny. Edith Wharton dailydestinyeasily Change image and share on social
Life is always a tightrope or a feather bed. Give me the tightrope. Edith Wharton bedfeathergive Change image and share on social
Old age, calm, expanded, broad with the haughty breadth of the universe, old age flowing free with the delicious near-by freedom of death. Edith Wharton agebreadthbroad Change image and share on social
