I want nothing to do with politicians. Their hearts wither away, and die out of their bodies. Their consciences are turned to india-rubber, or to some substance as black as that, and which will stretch as much.
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNEFamilies are always rising and falling in America.
More Nathaniel Hawthorne Quotes
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What we need for our happiness is often close at hand, if we knew but how to seek for it.
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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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This world owes all its forward impulses to people ill at ease.
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Dream strange things and make them look like truth.
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A hero cannot be a hero unless in a heroic world.
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Easy reading is damn hard writing.
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There is something truer and more real, than what we can see with the eyes, and touch with the finger.
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We go all wrong by too strenuous a resolution to go right.
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No 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.
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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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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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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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Echo is the voice of a reflection in a mirror.
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Just as there comes a warm sunbeam into every cottage window, so comes a lovebeam of God’s care and pity for every separate need.
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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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