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.
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNEReligion and art spring from the same root and are close kin. Economics and art are strangers.
More Nathaniel Hawthorne Quotes
-
-
There is evil in every human heart, which may remain latent, perhaps, through the whole of life; but circumstances may rouse it to activity.
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE -
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.
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE -
Salt is white and pure – there is something holy in salt.
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE -
Generosity is the flower of justice.
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE -
Every individual has a place to fill in the world and is important in some respect whether he chooses to be so or not.
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE -
The inward pleasure of imparting pleasure – that is the choicest of all.
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE -
A pure hand needs no glove to cover it.
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE -
At no time are people so sedulously careful to keep their trifling appointments, attend to their ordinary occupations, and thus put a commonplace aspect on life, as when conscious of some secret that if suspected would make them look monstrous in the general eye.
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE -
The trees reflected in the river – they are unconscious of a spiritual world so near to them. So are we.
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE -
Families are always rising and falling in America.
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE -
We dream in our waking moments, and walk in our sleep.
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE -
Articulate words are a harsh clamor and dissonance. When man arrives at his highest perfection, he will again be dumb.
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE -
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.
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE -
What other dungeon is so dark as one’s own heart! What jailer so inexorable as one’s self!
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE -
Happiness is like a butterfly.
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE