
House of Mirth

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Edith Wharton • House of Mirth
No insect hangs its nest on threads as frail as those which will sustain the weight of human vanity;
Edith Wharton • House of Mirth
If we're all the raw stuff of the cosmic effects, one would rather be the fire that tempers a sword than the fish that dyes a purple cloak.
Edith Wharton • House of Mirth
dissimulation,
Edith Wharton • House of Mirth
It would have been impossible for Mrs. Peniston to be heroic on a desert island,