Edith Wharton Short Quotes

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Naturalness is not always consonant with taste.

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It was harder to drown at sunrise than in darkness.

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A New York divorce is in itself a diploma of virtue.

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There's no such thing as old age; there is only sorrow.

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Life's just a perpetual piecing together of broken bits.

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To be with her was like living in a room with shuttered windows.

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Inkstands and tea-cups are never as full as when one upsets them.

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She had no tolerance for scenes which were not of her own making.

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Half the trouble in life is caused by pretending there isn't any.

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There's nothing grimmer than the tragedy that wears a comic mask.

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

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He was a man who grew fat on resentment as others did on happiness.

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Life has a way of overgrowing its achievements as well as its ruins.

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There are spines to which the immobility of worship is not a strain.

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The only way not to think about money is to have a great deal of it.

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Mrs. Tillotson senior dreaded ideas as much as a draught on her back.

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Is there nowhere in an American house where one may be by one's self?

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One cares so little for the style in which one's praises are written.

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Free love, she found, was not the simple experiment she had imagined.

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Oh, the critic who asks for a reprieve has already formed his opinion.

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Like many unpunctual persons, Mrs. Gormer disliked to be kept waiting.

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

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She was not accustomed to taste the joys of solitude except in company.

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Genius is of small use to a woman who does not know how to do her hair.

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We shall hurt others less. Isn't it, after all, what you always wanted?

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