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 HAWTHORNENobody will use other people’s experience, nor have any of his own till it is too late to use it.
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Happiness is not found in things you possess, but in what you have the courage to release.
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Nobody will use other people’s experience, nor have any of his own till it is too late to use it.
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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.
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Sunlight is painting.
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Happiness is like a butterfly.
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A pure hand needs no glove to cover it.
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We must not always talk in the market-place of what happens to us in the forest.
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We go all wrong by too strenuous a resolution to go right.
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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.
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Our Creator would never have made such lovely days, and have given us the deep hearts to enjoy them, above and beyond all thought, unless we were meant to be immortal.
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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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Men of cold passions have quick eyes.
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Life is made up of marble and mud.
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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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Articulate words are a harsh clamor and dissonance. When man arrives at his highest perfection, he will again be dumb.
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