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.
The marble keeps merely a cold and sad memory of a man who would else be forgotten. No man who read more
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.
A bodily disease may be but a symptom of some ailment in the spiritual past.
A bodily disease may be but a symptom of some ailment in the spiritual past.
Mountains are earth's undecaying monuments.
Mountains are earth's undecaying monuments.
