Nobody will use other people’s experience, nor have any of his own till it is too late to use it.
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNESelfishness is one of the qualities apt to inspire love.
More Nathaniel Hawthorne Quotes
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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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What other dungeon is so dark as one’s own heart! What jailer so inexorable as one’s self!
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Happiness is not found in things you possess, but in what you have the courage to release.
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The inward pleasure of imparting pleasure – that is the choicest of all.
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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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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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And there I sat, long long ago, waiting for the world to know me.
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The book, if you would see anything in it, requires to be read in the clear, brown, twilight atmosphere in which it was written; if opened in the sunshine, it is apt to look exceedingly like a volume of blank pages.
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Sunlight is painting.
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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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To do nothing is the way to be nothing.
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A pure hand needs no glove to cover it.
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What is the voice of song when the world lacks the ear of taste?
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Easy reading is damn hard writing.
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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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