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.
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNEWe must not always talk in the market-place of what happens to us in the forest.
More Nathaniel Hawthorne Quotes
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Time flies over us, but leaves its shadow behind.
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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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The inward pleasure of imparting pleasure – that is the choicest of all.
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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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This above all: be true, be true, be true.
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Nobody will use other people’s experience, nor have any of his own till it is too late to use it.
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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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There is evil in every human heart, which may remain latent, perhaps, through the whole of life; but circumstances may rouse it to activity.
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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.
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Oh, for the years I have not lived, but only dreamed of living.
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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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I have laughed, in bitterness and agony of heart, at the contrast between what I seem and what I am!
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Trusting no man as his friend, he could not recognize his enemy when the latter actually appeared.
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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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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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