What other dungeon is so dark as one’s own heart! What jailer so inexorable as one’s self!
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNEReligion and art spring from the same root and are close kin. Economics and art are strangers.
More Nathaniel Hawthorne Quotes
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If mankind were all intellect, they would be continually changing, so that one age would be entirely unlike another. The great conservative is the heart, which remains the same in all ages; so that commonplaces of a thousand years’ standing are as effective as ever.
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She had not known the weight until she felt the freedom.
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Happiness is like a butterfly.
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Eager souls, mystics and revolutionaries, may propose to refashion the world in accordance with their dreams; but evil remains, and so long as it lurks in the secret places of the heart, utopia is only the shadow of a dream.
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Men of cold passions have quick eyes.
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Death should take me while I am in the mood.
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To do nothing is the way to be nothing.
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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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Happiness in this world, when it comes, comes incidentally. Make it the object of pursuit, and it leads us a wild-goose chase, and is never attained. Follow some other object, and very possibly we may find that we have caught happiness without dreaming of it.
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This world owes all its forward impulses to people ill at ease.
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Our Creator would never have made such lovely days, and have given us the deep hearts to enjoy them, above and beyond all thought, unless we were meant to be immortal.
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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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Generosity is the flower of justice.
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Salt is white and pure – there is something holy in salt.
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There is an alchemy of quiet malice by which women can concoct a subtle poison from ordinary trifles.
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