I want nothing to do with politicians. Their hearts wither away, and die out of their bodies. Their consciences are turned to india-rubber, or to some substance as black as that, and which will stretch as much.
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNEThere is something truer and more real, than what we can see with the eyes, and touch with the finger.
More Nathaniel Hawthorne Quotes
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This world owes all its forward impulses to people ill at ease.
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There is evil in every human heart, which may remain latent, perhaps, through the whole of life; but circumstances may rouse it to activity.
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No man for any considerable period can wear one face to himself and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which may be the true.
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A man’s bewilderment is the measure of his wisdom.
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The world owes all its onward impulses to men ill at ease. The happy man inevitably confines himself within ancient limits.
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Caresses, expressions of one sort or another, are necessary to the life of the affections as leaves are to the life of a tree. If they are wholly restrained, love will die at the roots.
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What a happy and holy fashion it is that those who love one another should rest on the same pillow.
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I cannot endure to waste anything as precious as autumn sunshine by staying in the house. So I spend almost all the daylight hours in the open air.
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A singular fact, that, when man is a brute, he is the most sensual and loathsome of all brutes.
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Let men tremble to win the hand of woman, unless they win along with it the utmost passion of her heart!
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The marble keeps merely a cold and sad memory of a man who would else be forgotten. No man who needs a monument ever ought to have one.
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I have laughed, in bitterness and agony of heart, at the contrast between what I seem and what I am!
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I have come to see the nonsense of attempting to describe fine scenery. There is no such possibility. If scenery could be adequately reproduced in words, there would have been no need of God’s making it in reality.
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When scattered clouds are resting on the bosoms of hills, it seems as if one might climb into the heavenly region, earth being so intermixed with sky, and gradually transformed into it.
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What we need for our happiness is often close at hand, if we knew but how to seek for it.
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