Easy reading is damn hard writing.
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNEWherever there is a heart and an intellect, the diseases of the physical frame are tinged with the peculiarities of these.
More Nathaniel Hawthorne Quotes
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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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To the untrue man, the whole universe is false- it is impalpable- it shrinks to nothing within his grasp. And he himself is in so far as he shows himself in a false light, becomes a shadow, or, indeed, ceases to exist.
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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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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.
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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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The thing you set your mind on is the thing you ultimately become.
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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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All brave men love; for he only is brave who has affections to fight for, whether in the daily battle of life, or in physical contests.
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Generosity is the flower of justice.
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Salt is white and pure – there is something holy in salt.
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The trees reflected in the river – they are unconscious of a spiritual world so near to them. So are we.
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A pure hand needs no glove to cover it.
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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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Moonlight is sculpture.
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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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