A hero cannot be a hero unless in a heroic world.
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNEThe trees reflected in the river – they are unconscious of a spiritual world so near to them. So are we.
More Nathaniel Hawthorne Quotes
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What other dungeon is so dark as one’s own heart! What jailer so inexorable as one’s self!
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This world owes all its forward impulses to people ill at ease.
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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 thing you set your mind on is the thing you ultimately become.
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I cannot endure to waste anything as precious as autumn sunshine by staying in the house. So I spend almost all the daylight hours in the open air.
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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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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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The inward pleasure of imparting pleasure – that is the choicest of all.
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She had not known the weight until she felt the freedom.
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The heart of true womanhood knows where its own sphere is, and never seeks to stray beyond 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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Time flies over us, but leaves its shadow behind.
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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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To the untrue man, the whole universe is false- it is impalpable- it shrinks to nothing within his grasp. And he himself is in so far as he shows himself in a false light, becomes a shadow, or, indeed, ceases to exist.
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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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