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

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

Edith Wharton

Each time you happen to me all over again.

Each time you happen to me all over again.

Every house is a mad-house at some time or another.

Every house is a mad-house at some time or another.

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

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

Only the fact that we are unaware how well our nearest know us enables us to live with them.

Only the fact that we are unaware how well our nearest know us enables us to live with them.

True originality consists not in a new manner but in a new vision.

True originality consists not in a new manner but in a new vision.

Life is made up of compromises.

Life is made up of compromises.

Silence may be as variously shaded as speech.

Silence may be as variously shaded as speech.

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

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

We ought to be opening a bottle of wine!

We ought to be opening a bottle of wine!

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

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

Her failure was a useful preliminary to success.

Her failure was a useful preliminary to success.

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

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

It was harder to drown at sunrise than in darkness.

It was harder to drown at sunrise than in darkness.

But the stars that marked our starting fall away. We must go deeper into greater pain, for it is not permitted that we stay.

But the stars that marked our starting fall away. We must go deeper into greater pain, for it is not permitted that we stay.

He loves but little who can say and count in words, how much he loves.

He loves but little who can say and count in words, how much he loves.

Eternal love made me.

Eternal love made me.

I did not die, and yet I lost life’s breath

I did not die, and yet I lost life’s breath

Love and the gentle heart are but the same thing.

Love and the gentle heart are but the same thing.