It is almost as stupid to let your clothes betray that you know you are ugly as to have them proclaim that you think you are beautiful.

Since the Americans have ceased to have dyspepsia, they have lost the only thing that gave them any expression.

It's you who are telling me; opening my eyes to things I'd looked at so long that I'd ceased to see them.

As the pain that can be told is but half a pain, so the pity that questions has little healing in its touch.

Charity, till then, had been conscious only of a vague self-disgust and a frightening physical distress; now, of a sudden, there came to her the grave surprise of motherhood.

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

Only the fact that we are unaware how well our nearest know us enables us to live with them. Love is the most impregnable refuge of self-esteem, and we hate the eye that reaches to our nakedness. Edith Wharton ~ The Touchstone