Dream strange things and make them look like truth.
NATHANIEL HAWTHORNEI 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.
More Nathaniel Hawthorne Quotes
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Men of cold passions have quick eyes.
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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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This world owes all its forward impulses to people ill at ease.
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Words – so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become in the hands of one who knows how to combine them.
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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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What a happy and holy fashion it is that those who love one another should rest on the same pillow.
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The calmer thought is not always the right thought, just as the distant view is not always the truest view.
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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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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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The greatest obstacle to being heroic is the doubt whether one may going to prove one’s self a fool.
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Ugliness without tact is horrible.
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The marble keeps merely a cold and sad memory of a man who would else be forgotten. No man who needs a monument ever ought to have one.
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Trusting no man as his friend, he could not recognize his enemy when the latter actually appeared.
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Eager souls, mystics and revolutionaries, may propose to refashion the world in accordance with their dreams; but evil remains, and so long as it lurks in the secret places of the heart, utopia is only the shadow of a dream.
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She had not known the weight until she felt the freedom.
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