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Quote by Edith Wharton
There are two ways to spread happiness; either be the light who sh

There are two ways to spread happiness; either be the light who shines it or be the mirror who reflects it. – Edith Wharton

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Life is the only real counselor wisdom unfiltered through personal experience does not become a part of the moral tissue. – Edith Wharton

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Experience
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Edith Wharton
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People pay for what they do, and still more, for what they have allowed themselves to become. And they pay for it simply: by the lives they lead. – Edith Wharton

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Karma
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Edith Wharton
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The best mirror is an old friend. – Peter Nivio Zarlenga

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Most people are mirrors, reflecting the moods and emotions of the times. Some people are windows, bringing light to bear on the dark corners where troubles fester. The whole purpose of education is to turn mirrors into windows. – Sydney J. Harris

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She went over to the mirror…glancing at herself sidelong, as women do who think they have lost their beauty; repudiating a complete reflection. – Rosamond Lehman

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I often think if mirrors could give up their dead how wonderful it would be. – Bessie Parkes Belloc

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I believe God is managing affairs and that He doesnt need any advice from me. With God in charge, I believe everything will work out for the best in the end. So what is there to worry about. – Henry Ford

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I gave up on new poetry myself thirty years ago, when most of it began to read like coded messages passing between lonely aliens on a hostile world. – Russell Baker

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