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
dream lonely heart
My heart was a habitation large enough for many guests, but lonely and chill, and without a household fire. I longed to kindle one! It seemed not so wild a dream.
soul pithy graves
A grave, wherever found, preaches a short and pithy sermon to the soul.
country writing simple
No author, without a trial, can conceive of the difficulty of writing a romance about a country where there is no shadow, no antiquity, no mystery, no picturesque and gloomy wrong, nor anything but a commonplace prosperity, in broad and simple daylight, as is happily the case with my dear native land.
jugs spirit mankind
Mankind are earthen jugs with spirits in them.
book stories may
A writer of story books! What kind of business in life-what mode of glorifying God, or being serviceable to mankind in his day and generation-may that be? Why, the degenerate fellow might as well have been a fiddler!
world charity may
There is so much wretchedness in the world, that we may safely take the word of any mortal professing to need our assistance; and, even should we be deceived, still the good to ourselves resulting from a kind act is worth more than the trifle by which we purchase it.
dream heart secret-places
Eager souls, mystics and revolutionaries, may propose to refashion the world in accordance with their dreams; but evil remains, and so long as it lurks in the secret places of the heart, utopia is only the shadow of a dream
men brotherhood sin
'What is the Unpardonable Sin' asked the lime-burner 'It is a sin that grew within my own breast', replied Ethan Brand 'The sin of an intellect that triumphed over the sense of brotherhood with man and reverence for God'.
life body littles
It is because the spirit is inestimable, that the lifeless body is so little valued.
home world systematic
As the moral gloom of the world overpowers all systematic gaiety, even so was their home of wild mirth made desolate amid the sad forest.
writing ivy romance
Romance and poetry, ivy, lichens and wallflowers need ruin to make them grow.
writing style disappear
The greatest possible mint of style is to make the words absolutely disappear into the thought.
eye heart touching
See! those fiendish lineaments graven on the darkness, the writhed lip of scorn, the mockery of that living eye, the pointed finger, touching the sore place in your heart! Do you remember any act of enormous folly, at which you would blush, even in the remotest cavern of the earth? Then recognize your Shame.
spiritual rain rivers
The trees reflected in the river - they are unconscious of a spiritual world so near to them. So are we.