Nathaniel Hawthorne

One picture in ten thousand, perhaps, ought to live in the
applause of mankind, from generation to generation until read more

One picture in ten thousand, perhaps, ought to live in the
applause of mankind, from generation to generation until the
colors fade and blacken out of sight or the canvas rot entirely
away.

No man, for any considerable period, can wear one face to himself, and another to the multitude, without finally getting read more

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 true.

And what is more melancholy than the old apple-trees that linger
about the spot where once stood a homestead, read more

And what is more melancholy than the old apple-trees that linger
about the spot where once stood a homestead, but where there is
now only a ruined chimney rising our of a grassy and weed-grown
cellar? They offer their fruit to every wayfarer--apples that
are bitter-sweet with the moral of times vicissitude.

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

A bodily disease which we look upon as whole and entire within
itself, may, after all, be but a 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 part.