Maxioms by Nathaniel Hawthorne
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 may be 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.
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.
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.
"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."