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.
Thus we see, too, in the world that some persons assimilate only
what is ugly and evil from the read more
Thus we see, too, in the world that some persons assimilate only
what is ugly and evil from the same moral circumstances which
supply good and beautiful results--the fragrance of celestial
flowers--to the daily life of others.
It is a suggestive idea to track those worn feet backward through
all the paths they have trodden ever read more
It is a suggestive idea to track those worn feet backward through
all the paths they have trodden ever since they were the tender
and rosy little feet of a baby, and (cold as they now are) were
kept warm in his mother's hand.
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.
Every crime destroys more Edens than our own.
Every crime destroys more Edens than our own.