And there I sat, long long ago, waiting for the world to know me.
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNEA singular fact, that, when man is a brute, he is the most sensual and loathsome of all brutes.
More Nathaniel Hawthorne Quotes
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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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There is something truer and more real, than what we can see with the eyes, and touch with the finger.
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Selfishness is one of the qualities apt to inspire love.
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The thing you set your mind on is the thing you ultimately become.
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This world owes all its forward impulses to people ill at ease.
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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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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.
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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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A man’s bewilderment is the measure of his wisdom.
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Mountains are earth’s undecaying monuments.
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If the truth were to be known, everyone would be wearing a scarlet letter of one form or another.
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Ugliness without tact is horrible.
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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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Accuracy is twin brother to honesty, and inaccuracy to dishonesty.
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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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