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 HAWTHORNEOur 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.
More Nathaniel Hawthorne Quotes
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What is the voice of song when the world lacks the ear of taste?
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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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Selfishness is one of the qualities apt to inspire love.
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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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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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What we call real estate – the solid ground to build a house on – is the broad foundation on which nearly all the guilt of this world rests.
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The inward pleasure of imparting pleasure – that is the choicest of all.
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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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If the truth were to be known, everyone would be wearing a scarlet letter of one form or another.
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Life is made up of marble and mud.
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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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A hero cannot be a hero unless in a heroic world.
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She had not known the weight until she felt the freedom.
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The heart of true womanhood knows where its own sphere is, and never seeks to stray beyond it!
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Happiness is a butterfly, which when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.
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