Salt is white and pure – there is something holy in salt.
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNEAll brave men love; for he only is brave who has affections to fight for, whether in the daily battle of life, or in physical contests.
More Nathaniel Hawthorne Quotes
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Dream strange things and make them look like truth.
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A singular fact, that, when man is a brute, he is the most sensual and loathsome of all brutes.
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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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I find nothing so singular to life as that everything appears to lose its substance the instant one actually grapples with it.
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We sometimes congratulate ourselves at the moment of waking from a troubled dream; it may be so the moment after death.
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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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A pure hand needs no glove to cover it.
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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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She had not known the weight until she felt the freedom.
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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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Men of cold passions have quick eyes.
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The world owes all its onward impulses to men ill at ease. The happy man inevitably confines himself within ancient limits.
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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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A bodily disease which we look upon as whole and entire within itself, may after all, be but a symptom of some ailment in the spiritual part.
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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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