Trusting no man as his friend, he could not recognize his enemy when the latter actually appeared.
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNEThere is something truer and more real, than what we can see with the eyes, and touch with the finger.
More Nathaniel Hawthorne Quotes
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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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What is the voice of song when the world lacks the ear of taste?
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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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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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All brave men love; for he only is brave who has affections to fight for, whether in the daily battle of life, or in physical contests.
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To do nothing is the way to be nothing.
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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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Men of cold passions have quick eyes.
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The world owes all its onward impulses to men ill at ease. The happy man inevitably confines himself within ancient limits.
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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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It contributes greatly towards a man’s moral and intellectual health, to be brought into habits of companionship with individuals unlike himself, who care little for his pursuits, and whose sphere and abilities he must go out of himself to appreciate.
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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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Echo is the voice of a reflection in a mirror.
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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.
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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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