Maxioms by Nathaniel Hawthorne
Happiness is a butterfly, which, when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down read more
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.
"Here, dearest Eve," he exclaims, "here is food." "Well,"
answered she, with the germ of a housewife stirring within read more
"Here, dearest Eve," he exclaims, "here is food." "Well,"
answered she, with the germ of a housewife stirring within her,
"we have been so busy to-day that a picked-up dinner must serve."
Happiness is a butterfly, which when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down read more
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
The best of us being unfit to die, what an unexpressible absurdity to put the worst to death.
The best of us being unfit to die, what an unexpressible absurdity to put the worst to death.
A bodily disease, which we look upon as whole and entire within itself, may, after all, be but a symptom read more
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 past -Nathaniel Hawthorne.
