Maxioms by Nathaniel Hawthorne
What we call real estate--the solid ground to build a house
on--is the broad foundation on which nearly all read more
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.
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 one is true.
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.
Happiness is as a butterfly which, when pursued, is always beyond our grasp, but which if you will sit down read more
Happiness is as a butterfly which, when pursued, is always beyond our grasp, but which if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.
Perhaps, moreover, he whose genius appears deepest and truest
excels his fellows in nothing save the knack of expression; read more
Perhaps, moreover, he whose genius appears deepest and truest
excels his fellows in nothing save the knack of expression; he
throws out occasionally a lucky hint at truths of which every
human soul is profoundly though unutterably conscious.