ThursdayJan 29, 2026
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Edith Wharton (January 24, 1862 - August 11, 1937) was an American novelist, short story writer, and designer.
My little old dog, a heartbeat at my feet.
It is the omnipresent rush of water which give the Este Gardens their peculiar character. >From the Anio, drawn up the hillside at incalculable cost and labour, a thousand rills gush downward, terrace by terrace, channeling the stone rails of the balusters, leaping from step to step, dripping into mossy conches, flashing in spray from the horns of sea-gods and the jaws of mythical monsters, or forcing themselves in irrepressible overflow down the ivy-matted banks.
There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it.
Silence may be as variously shaded as speech.
There are two ways of spreading the light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it.
If only we'd stop trying to be happy we'd have a pretty good time.
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