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… — Nathaniel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
There is something truer and more real, than what we can see with the eyes, and touch with the finger. — Nathaniel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
“there was something of the women molded into the great, stalwart frame of Hollingsworth; nor was he ashamed of it; as men often are… — Nathaniel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
The trees reflected in the river - they are unconscious of a spiritual world so near to them. So are we. — Nathaniel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
“The dismaying thing about the classic totalitarian mind is that any given gear, though mutilated, will have at its circumference unbroken sequences of teeth… — Nathaniel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
“My heart was a habitation large enough for many guests, but lonely and chill, and without a household fire, I longed to kindle one!” — Nathaniel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
Wherever there is a heart and an intellect, the diseases of the physical frame are tinged with the peculiarities of these. — Nathaniel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
The founders of a new colony, whatever Utopia of human virtue and happiness they might originally project, have invariably recognized it among their earliest… — Nathaniel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
“he seemed to be in quest for mental food, not heart sustenance.” — Nathaniel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
“Possibly, he was in a state of second growth and recovery, and was constantly assimilating nutriment for his spirit and intellect from sights, sounds,… — Nathaniel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
“What wonder, then, should we be frightened by the aspect of a monster, which, after all,—though we can point to every feature of his… — Nathaniel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
As the architecture of a country always follows the earliest structures, American architecture should be a refinement of the log-house. The Egyptian is so… — Nathaniel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
