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.
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE
Selfishness is one of the qualities apt to inspire love.
More Nathaniel Hawthorne Quotes
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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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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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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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A pure hand needs no glove to cover it.
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Mountains are earth’s undecaying monuments.
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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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We go all wrong by too strenuous a resolution to go right.
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Sunlight is painting.
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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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If the truth were to be known, everyone would be wearing a scarlet letter of one form or another.
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This world owes all its forward impulses to people ill at ease.
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A singular fact, that, when man is a brute, he is the most sensual and loathsome of all brutes.
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Dream strange things and make them look like truth.
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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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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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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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