The sorrow that lay cold in her mother's heart... converted it into a tomb. — Nathaniel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
In the depths of every heart there is a tomb and a dungeon, though the lights, the music, and the revelry above may cause us to forget their existence... — 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
