Wherever there is a heart and an intellect, the diseases of the physical frame are tinged with the peculiarities of these.
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNETime flies over us, but leaves its shadow behind.
More Nathaniel Hawthorne Quotes
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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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Death should take me while I am in the mood.
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What we need for our happiness is often close at hand, if we knew but how to seek for it.
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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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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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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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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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We dream in our waking moments, and walk in our sleep.
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Easy reading is damn hard writing.
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We must not always talk in the market-place of what happens to us in the forest.
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Dream strange things and make them look like truth.
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Religion and art spring from the same root and are close kin. Economics and art are strangers.
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What a happy and holy fashion it is that those who love one another should rest on the same pillow.
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What is the voice of song when the world lacks the ear of taste?
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Salt is white and pure – there is something holy in salt.
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