Maxioms by Nathaniel Hawthorne
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.
What we call real estate--the solid ground to build a house on--is the broad foundation on which nearly all the 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.
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.
"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."
