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 HAWTHORNEA bodily disease which we look upon as whole and entire within itself, may after all, be but a symptom of some ailment in the spiritual part.
More Nathaniel Hawthorne Quotes
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The greatest obstacle to being heroic is the doubt whether one may going to prove one’s self a fool.
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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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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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Selfishness is one of the qualities apt to inspire love.
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Ugliness without tact is horrible.
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To do nothing is the way to be nothing.
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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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A singular fact, that, when man is a brute, he is the most sensual and loathsome of all brutes.
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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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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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The inward pleasure of imparting pleasure – that is the choicest of all.
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Happiness is a butterfly, which when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.
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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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And there I sat, long long ago, waiting for the world to know me.
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