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Nathaniel Hawthorne (/ˈhɔːθɔːrn/; né Hathorne; July 4, 1804 – May 19, 1864) was an American novelist, dark romantic, and short story writer.

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This greatest mortal consolation, which we derive from the transitoriness of all things-from the right of saying, in every conjuncture, "This, too, will pass away.

Conjuncture, Consolation, Derive, Endurance, Pass, Passing Away

I wish I had the gift of making rhymes, for methinks there is poetry in my head and heart since I have been in love with you.

Heart, Love, Methinks, Poetry, Wish

Happiness is like a butterfly - the more you chase, the more subtle, but if you stop moving and quietly wait for it to land on you.

Butterfly, Chase, Land, Moving, Stop

When scattered clouds are resting on the bosoms of hills, it seems as if one might climb into the heavenly region, earth being so intermixed with sky, and gradually transformed into it.

Clouds, Earth, Heavenly, Scattered, Sky

The love of posterity is the consequence of the necessity of death. If a man were sure of living forever here, he would not care about his offspring.

Destiny, Forever, Living, Love, Men

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!

Book, Fellow, Generations, Glorifying, Mode, Stories

Articulate words are a harsh clamor and dissonance. When man arrives at his highest perfection, he will again be dumb.

Book, Clamor, Man, Men, Reading, Words

And what is more melancholy than the old apple-trees that linger about the spot where once stood a homestead, but where there is now only a ruined chimney rising our of a grassy and weed-grown cellar? They offer their fruit to every wayfarer--apples that are bitter-sweet with the moral of times vicissitude.

Apples, Chimney, Stood, Sweet, Times, Weed

Earth has one angel less and heaven one more, since yesterday.

Angel, Earth, Heaven, Yesterday

Wherever there is a heart and an intellect, the diseases of the physical frame are tinged with the peculiarities of these.

Body, Disease, Diseases, Heart, Peculiarities, Wherever

Genius, indeed, melts many ages into one, and thus effects something permanent, yet still with a similarity of office to that of the more ephemeral writer. A work of genius is but the newspaper of a century, or perchance of a hundred centuries.

Age, Ages, Ephemeral, Genius, Hundred, Office

She had wandered, without rule or guidance, into a moral wilderness. . . Her intellect and heart had their home, as it were, in desert places, where she roamed as freely as the wild Indian in his woods. . . The scarlet letter was her passport into regions where other women dared not tread. Shame, Despair, Solitude! These had been her teachers—stern and wild ones—and they had made her strong, but taught her much amiss.

Guidance, Home, Roamed, Solitude, Strong, Teacher

Love, whether newly born, or aroused from a deathlike slumber, must always create sunshine, filling the heart so full of radiance, this it overflows upon the outward world.

Create, Heart, Life, Love, Overflows, Radiance

There is no such thing in man's nature as a settled and full resolve either for good or evil, except at the very moment of execution.

Success, Men, Evil, Execution, Good

We do ourselves wrong, and too meanly estimate the holiness above us, when we deem that any act or enjoyment good in itself, is not good to do religiously.

Enjoyment, Estimate, Holiness, Meanly, Sin

As far as my experience goes, men of genius are fairly gifted with the social qualities; and in this age, there appears to be a fellow-feeling among them, which had not heretofore been developed. As men, they ask nothing better than to be on equal terms with their fellow-men; and as authors, they have thrown aside their proverbial jealousy, and acknowledge a generous brotherhood.

Age, Brotherhood, Fairly, Feelings, Men

The evening before my departure for Blithedale, I was returning to my bachelor-apartments, after attending the wonderful exhibition of the Veiled Lady, when an elderly-man of rather shabby appearance met me in an obscure part of the street.

Book, Elderly, Evening, Exhibition, Men, Met

Nobody has any conscience about adding to the improbabilities of a marvelous tale.

Adding, Conscience, Improbability, Marvelous, Tales

I wonder that we Americans love our country at all, it having no limits and no oneness; and when you try to make it a matter of the heart, everything falls away except one's native State; -neither can you seize hold of that, unless you tear it out of the Union, bleeding and quivering.

Country, Everything, Fall, Heart, Love, Oneness

There are many things in this world that a child must not ask about.

Ask, Child, Children, Things, This World, World

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