Dream strange things and make them look like truth.
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNECaresses, 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.
More Nathaniel Hawthorne Quotes
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Families are always rising and falling in America.
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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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There is great incongruity in this idea of monuments, since those to whom they are usually dedicated need no such recognition to embalm their memory; and any man who does, is not worthy of one.
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The calmer thought is not always the right thought, just as the distant view is not always the truest view.
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Men of cold passions have quick eyes.
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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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A hero cannot be a hero unless in a heroic world.
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And there I sat, long long ago, waiting for the world to know me.
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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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Trusting no man as his friend, he could not recognize his enemy when the latter actually appeared.
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The thing you set your mind on is the thing you ultimately become.
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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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Though we speak nonsense, God will pick out the meaning of it.
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The book, if you would see anything in it, requires to be read in the clear, brown, twilight atmosphere in which it was written; if opened in the sunshine, it is apt to look exceedingly like a volume of blank pages.
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When scattered clouds are resting on the bosoms of hills, it seems as if one might climb into the heavenly region, earth being so intermixed with sky, and gradually transformed into it.
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