Maxioms by Nathaniel Hawthorne
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.
When individuals approach one another with deep purposes on both
sides they seldom come at once to the matter read more
When individuals approach one another with deep purposes on both
sides they seldom come at once to the matter which they have most
at heart. They dread the electric shock of a too sudden contact
with it.
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.
"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."
