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.
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNEThere is great incongruity in this idea of monuments, since those to whom they are usually dedicated need no such recognition to embalm their memory; and any man who does, is not worthy of one.
More Nathaniel Hawthorne Quotes
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Words – so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become in the hands of one who knows how to combine them.
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Selfishness is one of the qualities apt to inspire love.
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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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Families are always rising and falling in America.
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This above all: be true, be true, be true.
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The inward pleasure of imparting pleasure – that is the choicest of all.
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A pure hand needs no glove to cover it.
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There is an alchemy of quiet malice by which women can concoct a subtle poison from ordinary trifles.
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Oh, for the years I have not lived, but only dreamed of living.
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Men of cold passions have quick eyes.
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I find nothing so singular to life as that everything appears to lose its substance the instant one actually grapples with it.
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And there I sat, long long ago, waiting for the world to know me.
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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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The thing you set your mind on is the thing you ultimately become.
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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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