Edith Wharton

Date of Birth:

24-Jan-1862

Nationality:

United States

Profession:

Writer

One of the greatest figures in American literary history, Edith Wharton (1862-1937) presented the information available on American experience. Author of more than 40 volumes - novels, short stories, poems, fiction - Wharton had a long and amazing life. She was born during the Civil War, inspired by her childhood writing work Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, and devoted to various friends such as Henry James and Theodore Roosevelt; yet she had studied with William Faulkner, James Joyce, and T. Eli Eliot, and she had actually met Sinclair Lewis and F. Scott Fitzgerald. Her upbringing gave him insight at a high level, while her sense of humor and reverence expressed revealed a myth that resonated with many listeners. She was recognized by the Legion Legion of Honor for her artistic work during World War I and the Pulitzer Prize in her novel The Age of Innocence (1920), and in 1923 she became the first woman to be honored by Yale. Wharton was a member of the National Institute of Art and Letters and the American Academy of Arts and Letters.

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QUOTES BY Edith Wharton

"There are two ways of spreading light: to be "the "candle or the mirror that receives it."

"Set wide the window. Let me drink the day."

"My little old dog a heart-beat at my feet"

"Life is always either a tightrope or a feather bed. Give me the tightrope."

"If only we'd stop trying to be happy, we could have a pretty good time."

"There are two ways of spreading light: to be The candle or the mirror that reflects it."

"Each time you happen to me all over again."

"The real loneliness is living among all these kind people who only ask one to pretend!"

"Ah, good conversation - there's nothing like it, is there? The air of ideas is the only air worth breathing."

"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."

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