I think the man who could often quarrel with Fanny,” said Edmund affectionately, “must be beyond the reach of any sermons.

When you truly love someone
their inner beauty impresses you.
Rest is just infatuation.

I try to be honorable. I know that's embarrassing to hear. It's embarrassing to say. But I believe most of the nonsense that Thoreau was preaching. And I have spent a long time working on getting myself to where I could do it. Where I could live life largely on my own terms.

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

Written By Edith Wharton

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