Maxioms by Nathaniel Hawthorne
The best of us being unfit to die, what an unexpressible absurdity to put the worst to death.
The best of us being unfit to die, what an unexpressible absurdity to put the worst to death.
A bodily disease, which we look upon as whole and entire within itself, may, after all, be but a symptom 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 past -Nathaniel Hawthorne.
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.
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.