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.
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNELet 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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What we call real estate – the solid ground to build a house on – is the broad foundation on which nearly all the guilt of this world rests.
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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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It is a curious subject of observation and inquiry, whether hatred and love be not the same thing at bottom.
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Mankind are earthen jugs with spirits in them.
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Accuracy is twin brother to honesty, and inaccuracy to dishonesty.
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Happiness is not found in things you possess, but in what you have the courage to release.
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Life is made up of marble and mud.
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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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We dream in our waking moments, and walk in our sleep.
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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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Love, whether newly born, or aroused from a deathlike slumber, must always create sunshine, filling the heart so full of radiance, this it overflows upon the outward world.
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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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The greatest obstacle to being heroic is the doubt whether one may going to prove one’s self a fool.
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Time flies over us, but leaves its shadow behind.
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