Salt is white and pure – there is something holy in salt.
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNEWhen 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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A bodily disease which we look upon as whole and entire within itself, may after all, be but a symptom of some ailment in the spiritual part.
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And there I sat, long long ago, waiting for the world to know me.
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At no time are people so sedulously careful to keep their trifling appointments, attend to their ordinary occupations, and thus put a commonplace aspect on life, as when conscious of some secret that if suspected would make them look monstrous in the general eye.
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The greatest obstacle to being heroic is the doubt whether one may going to prove one’s self a fool.
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Mountains are earth’s undecaying monuments.
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My fortune somewhat resembled that of a person who should entertain an idea of committing suicide, and, altogether beyond his hopes, meet with the good hap to be murdered.
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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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Our most intimate friend is not he to whom we show the worst, but the best of our nature.
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Death should take me while I am in the mood.
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Nobody, I think, ought to read poetry, or look at pictures or statues, who cannot find a great deal more in them than the poet or artist has actually expressed. Their highest merit is suggestiveness.
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Dream strange things and make them look like truth.
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What is the voice of song when the world lacks the ear of taste?
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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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The trees reflected in the river – they are unconscious of a spiritual world so near to them. So are we.
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A man’s bewilderment is the measure of his wisdom.
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