What we call real estate – the solid ground to build a house on – is the broad foundation on which nearly all the guilt of this world rests.
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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Death should take me while I am in the mood.
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Echo is the voice of a reflection in a mirror.
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Happiness in this world, when it comes, comes incidentally. Make it the object of pursuit, and it leads us a wild-goose chase, and is never attained. Follow some other object, and very possibly we may find that we have caught happiness without dreaming of it.
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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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Dream strange things and make them look like truth.
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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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Mankind are earthen jugs with spirits in them.
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Moonlight is sculpture.
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Accuracy is twin brother to honesty, and inaccuracy to dishonesty.
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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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We go all wrong by too strenuous a resolution to go right.
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If mankind were all intellect, they would be continually changing, so that one age would be entirely unlike another. The great conservative is the heart, which remains the same in all ages; so that commonplaces of a thousand years’ standing are as effective as ever.
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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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And there I sat, long long ago, waiting for the world to know me.
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I have laughed, in bitterness and agony of heart, at the contrast between what I seem and what I am!
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