I want nothing to do with politicians. Their hearts wither away, and die out of their bodies. Their consciences are turned to india-rubber, or to some substance as black as that, and which will stretch as much.
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNEHappiness is not found in things you possess, but in what you have the courage to release.
More Nathaniel Hawthorne Quotes
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Dream strange things and make them look like truth.
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What other dungeon is so dark as one’s own heart! What jailer so inexorable as one’s self!
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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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Men of cold passions have quick eyes.
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What is the voice of song when the world lacks the ear of taste?
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Mountains are earth’s undecaying monuments.
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No man for any considerable period can wear one face to himself and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which may be the true.
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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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The greatest obstacle to being heroic is the doubt whether one may going to prove one’s self a fool.
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And there I sat, long long ago, waiting for the world to know me.
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Our most intimate friend is not he to whom we show the worst, but the best of our nature.
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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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Time flies over us, but leaves its shadow behind.
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Salt is white and pure – there is something holy in salt.
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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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