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.
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNELove, whether newly born, or aroused from a deathlike slumber, must always create sunshine, filling the heart so full of radiance, this it overflows upon the outward world.
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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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I have laughed, in bitterness and agony of heart, at the contrast between what I seem and what I am!
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Happiness is like a butterfly.
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We go all wrong by too strenuous a resolution to go right.
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There is something truer and more real, than what we can see with the eyes, and touch with the finger.
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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 have come to see the nonsense of attempting to describe fine scenery. There is no such possibility. If scenery could be adequately reproduced in words, there would have been no need of God’s making it in reality.
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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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The greatest obstacle to being heroic is the doubt whether one may going to prove one’s self a fool.
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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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What is the voice of song when the world lacks the ear of taste?
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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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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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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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There is an alchemy of quiet malice by which women can concoct a subtle poison from ordinary trifles.
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