Each time you happen to me all over again.
Misfortune had made Lily supple instead of hardening her, and a pliable substance is less easy to break than a stiff one.
traditions that have lost their meaning are the hardest of all to destroy.
... naturalness is not always consonant with taste.
Little as she was addicted to solitude, there had come to be moments when it seemed a welcome escape from the empty noises of her life.
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