Nathaniel Hawthorne
Nathaniel Hawthorne
Nathaniel Hawthornewas an American novelist, Dark Romantic, and short story writer...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth4 July 1804
CountryUnited States of America
sometimes
We sometimes congratulate ourselves...
young hardened dies
Not yet hardened, many young die good.
heart wife mind
My wife is - in the strictest sense - my sole companion, and I need no other. There is no vacancy in my mind any more than in my heart.
spiritual may form
It [Catholicism] supplies a multitude of external forms in which the spiritual may be clothed and manifested.
book should-have america
America is now wholly given over to a d--d mob of scribbling women, and I should have no chance of success while the public taste is occupied with their trash - and should be ashamed of myself if I did succeed. What is the mystery of these innumerable editions of the Lamplighter, and other books neither better nor worse? - worse they could not be, and better they need not be, when they sell by 100,000.
book men hands
It will startle you to see what slaves we are to by-gone times-to Death, if we give the matter the right word! ... We read in Dead Men's books! We laugh at Dead Men's jokes, and cry at Dead Men's pathos! . . . Whatever we seek to do, of our own free motion, a Dead Man's icy hand obstructs us!
butterfly like-a-butterfly
Happiness is like a butterfly...
people might matter
We are as happy as people can be, without making themselves ridiculous, and might be even happier; but, as a matter of taste, we choose to stop short at this point.
past too-much
The present is burthened too much with the past.
honey bees sometimes
Bees are sometimes drowned in the honey which they collectso some writers are lost in their collected learning.
attitude butterfly iron
When romances do really teach anything, or produce any effective operation, it is usually through a far more subtle process than the ostensible one. The author has considered it hardly worth his while, therefore, relentlessly to impale the story with its moral as with an iron rod-or, rather, as by sticking a pin through a butterfly-thus at once depriving it of life, and causing it to stiffen in an ungainly and unnatural attitude.
oxford despair world
The world surely has not another place like Oxford; it is a despair to see such a place and ever to leave it, for it would take a lifetime and more than one to comprehend and enjoy it satisfactorily.
heart years age
If mankind were all intellect, they would be continually changing, so that one age would be entirely unlike another. The great conservative is the heart, which remains the same in all ages; so that commonplaces of a thousand years' standing are as effective as ever.
death appreciation character
It is very singular how the fact of a man's death often seems to give people a truer idea of his character, whether for good or evil, than they have ever possessed while he was living and acting among them.