Nathaniel Hawthorne (/ˈhɔːθɔːrn/; né Hathorne; July 4, 1804 – May 19, 1864) was an American novelist, dark romantic, and short story writer.
'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'.
Articulate words are a harsh clamor and dissonance. When man arrives at his highest perfection, he will again be dumb.
But this had been a sin of passion, not of principle, nor even purpose.
A grave, wherever found, preaches a short and pithy sermon to the soul.
Though we speak nonsense, God will pick out the meaning of it.
We sometimes congratulate ourselves.
Technologies of easy travel give us wings; they annihilate the toil and dust of pilgrimage; they spiritualize travel! Transition being so facile, what can be any man's inducement to tarry in one spot?
Man is a wretch without woman; but woman is a monster-and thank Heaven, an almost impossible and hitherto imaginary monster--without man, as her acknowledged principal!