Mankind are earthen jugs with spirits in them.
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNETo the untrue man, the whole universe is false- it is impalpable- it shrinks to nothing within his grasp. And he himself is in so far as he shows himself in a false light, becomes a shadow, or, indeed, ceases to exist.
More Nathaniel Hawthorne Quotes
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We go all wrong by too strenuous a resolution to go right.
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Dream strange things and make them look like truth.
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Happiness is a butterfly, which when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.
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All brave men love; for he only is brave who has affections to fight for, whether in the daily battle of life, or in physical contests.
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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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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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Life is made up of marble and mud.
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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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Articulate words are a harsh clamor and dissonance. When man arrives at his highest perfection, he will again be dumb.
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This above all: be true, be true, be true.
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I find nothing so singular to life as that everything appears to lose its substance the instant one actually grapples with it.
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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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Sunlight is painting.
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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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Our most intimate friend is not he to whom we show the worst, but the best of our nature.
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