“I had the story, bit by bit, from various people, and, as generally happens in s…” — Edith Wharton

I don't know if I should care for a man who made life easy; I should want someone who made it interesting.

The worst of doing one's duty was that it apparently unfitted one for doing anything else.

To be able to look life in the face: that's worth living in a garret for, isn't it?

In any really good subject, one has only to probe deep enough to come to tears.