If mankind were all intellect, they would be continually changing, so that one age would be entirely unlike another. The great conservative is the heart, which remains the same in all ages; so that commonplaces of a thousand years’ standing are as effective as ever.
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNEThere is an alchemy of quiet malice by which women can concoct a subtle poison from ordinary trifles.
More Nathaniel Hawthorne Quotes
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A hero cannot be a hero unless in a heroic world.
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It is a curious subject of observation and inquiry, whether hatred and love be not the same thing at bottom.
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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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Accuracy is twin brother to honesty, and inaccuracy to dishonesty.
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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 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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Moonlight is sculpture.
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We go all wrong by too strenuous a resolution to go right.
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Though we speak nonsense, God will pick out the meaning of it.
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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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Happiness is like a butterfly.
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Families are always rising and falling in America.
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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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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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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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