NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE cytaty
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 part.
Happiness is as a butterfly which, when pursued, is always beyond our grasp, but which if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.
I cannot endure to waste anything as precious as autumn sunshine by staying in the house. So I spend almost all the daylight hours in the open air.
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 world owes all its onward impulses to men ill at ease. The happy man inevitably confines himself within ancient limits.
What other dungeon is so dark as one's own heart! What jailer so inexorable as one's self!