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.
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNEThere 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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The trees reflected in the river – they are unconscious of a spiritual world so near to them. So are we.
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We must not always talk in the market-place of what happens to us in the forest.
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There is great incongruity in this idea of monuments, since those to whom they are usually dedicated need no such recognition to embalm their memory; and any man who does, is not worthy of one.
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There is something truer and more real, than what we can see with the eyes, and touch with the finger.
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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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Generosity is the flower of justice.
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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 heart of true womanhood knows where its own sphere is, and never seeks to stray beyond it!
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It is a curious subject of observation and inquiry, whether hatred and love be not the same thing at bottom.
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The calmer thought is not always the right thought, just as the distant view is not always the truest view.
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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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Words – so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become in the hands of one who knows how to combine them.
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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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Salt is white and pure – there is something holy in salt.
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Time flies over us, but leaves its shadow behind.
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