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.
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNENo man for any considerable period can wear one face to himself and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which may be the true.
More Nathaniel Hawthorne Quotes
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What is the voice of song when the world lacks the ear of taste?
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Wherever there is a heart and an intellect, the diseases of the physical frame are tinged with the peculiarities of these.
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Generosity is the flower of justice.
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The inward pleasure of imparting pleasure – that is the choicest of all.
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Religion and art spring from the same root and are close kin. Economics and art are strangers.
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Ugliness without tact is horrible.
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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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Our most intimate friend is not he to whom we show the worst, but the best of our nature.
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Echo is the voice of a reflection in a mirror.
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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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I have laughed, in bitterness and agony of heart, at the contrast between what I seem and what I am!
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Trusting no man as his friend, he could not recognize his enemy when the latter actually appeared.
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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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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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And there I sat, long long ago, waiting for the world to know me.
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