There are two ways of spreading light: to be The candle or the mirror that reflects it.— Edith Wharton
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There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it.
The desire for symmetry, for balance, for rhythm in form as well as in sound, is one of the most inveterate of human instincts.
I despair of the Republic! Such dreariness, such whining sallow women, such utter absence of the amenities, such crass food, crass manners, crass landscape!! What a horror it is for a whole nation to be developing without the sense of beauty, and eating bananas for breakfast.
There are two way of spreading light - to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it.
To visit Morocco is still like turning the pages of some illuminated Persian manuscript all embroidered with bright shapes and subtle lines.
One can remain alive ... if one is unafraid of change, insatiable in intellectual curiosity interested in big things and happy in small ways.
The real loneliness is living among all these kind people who only ask one to pretend!
If only we'd stop trying to be happy we could have a pretty good time.
There is too much sour grapes for my taste in the present American attitude.
The time to denounce the bankers was when we were all feeding off their gold plate; not now! At present they have not only my sympathy but my preference. They are the last representatives of our native industries.
One of the great things about travel is you find out how many good, kind people there are.
Set wide the window. Let me drink the day.
If proportion is the good breeding of architecture, symmetry, or the answering of one part to another, may be defined as the sanity of decoration.
In reality they all lived in a kind of hieroglyphic world, where the real thing was never said or done or even thought, but only represented by a set of arbitrary signs.
Each time you happen to me all over again.
I believe I know the only cure, which is to make one’s center of life inside of one’s self, not selfishly or excludingly, but with a kind of unassailable serenity—to decorate one’s inner house so richly that one is content there, glad to welcome anyone who wants to come and stay, but happy all the same when one is inevitably alone.
Half the trouble in life is caused by pretending there isn't any.
A New York divorce is in itself a diploma of virtue.
There is one friend in the life of each of us who seems not a separate person, however dear and beloved, but an expansion, an interpretation, of one's self, the very meaning of one's soul.
There are two ways to spread happiness; either be the light who shines it or be the mirror who reflects it.
Don't you ever mind," she asked suddenly, "not being rich enough to buy all the books you want?
A frivolous society can acquire dramatic significance only through what its frivolity destroys.
If only we'd stop trying to be happy we could have a pretty good time.
True originality consists not in a new manner but in a new vision.
Another unsettling element in modern art is that common symptom of immaturity, the dread of doing what has been done before.
Beware of monotony; it's the mother of all the deadly sins.
I begin to see what marriage is for. It's to keep people away from each other. Sometimes I think that two people who love each other can be saved from madness only by the things that come between them - children, duties, visits, bores, relations - the things that protect married people from each other.
I want to put my hand out and touch you.
I want to do for you and care for you. I want to be there when you're sick and when you're lonesome.
Art is on the side of the oppressed. Think before you shudder at the simplistic dictum and its heretical definition of the freedom of art. For if art is freedom of the spirit, how can it exist within the oppressors?
Life is the only real counselor; wisdom unfiltered through personal experience does not become a part of the moral tissue.
She had no tolerance for scenes which were not of her own making.
They seemed to come suddenly upon happiness as if they had surprised a butterfly in the winter woods
She was so evidently the victim of the civilization which had produced her, that the links of her bracelet seemed like manacles chaining her to her fate.
An education is like a crumbling building that needs constant upkeep with repairs and additions.
Women ought to be free - as free as we are,' he declared, making a discovery of which he was too irritated to measure the terrific consequences.
Almost everybody in the neighborhood had troubles, frankly localized and specified; but only the chosen had complications. To have them was in itself a distinction, though it was also, in most cases, a death warrant. People struggled on for years wit
It was harder to drown at sunrise than in darkness.
Our blindest impulses become evidence of perspicacity when they fall in with the course of events.
There was once a little girl who was so very intelligent that her parents feared that she would die. But an aged aunt, who had crossed the Atlantic in a sailing-vessel, said, 'My dears, let her marry the first man she falls in love with, and she will make such a fool of herself that it will probably save her life.
There's no such thing as old age, there is only sorrow.
To your generation, I must represent the literary equivalent of tufted furniture and gas chandeliers.
She wondered if, when human souls try to get too near each other, they do not inevitably become mere blurs to each other's vision.
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.
After all, one knows one's weak points so well, that it's rather bewildering to have the critics overlook them and invent others.
My little dog - a heartbeat at my feet.
Old age, calm, expanded, broad with the haughty breadth of the universe, old age flowing free with the delicious near-by freedom of death.
There are lots of ways of being miserable, but there's only one way of being comfortable, and that is to stop running round after happiness. If you make up your mind not to be happy there's no reason why you shouldn't have a fairly good time.
Happiness is a work of art. Handle with care.
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 ... one can remain alive long past the usual date of disintegration if one is unafraid of change, insatiable in intellectual curiosity, interested in the big things, and happy in small ways.
I shan't be lonely now. I was lonely; I was afraid. But the emptiness and the darkness are gone; when I turn back into myself now I'm like a child going at night into a room where there's always a light.
No insect hangs its nest on threads as frail as those which will sustain the weight of human vanity.
The only way not to think about money is to have a great deal of it.