Nathaniel Hawthorne

And what is more melancholy than the old apple-trees that linger
about the spot where once stood a homestead, read more

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.

Is it a fact -- or have I dreamt it -- that, by means of electricity, the world of matter read more

Is it a fact -- or have I dreamt it -- that, by means of electricity, the world of matter has become a great nerve, vibrating thousands of miles in a breathless point of time?

No man, for any considerable period, can wear one face to himself, and another to the multitude, without finally getting read more

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.

Perhaps, moreover, he whose genius appears deepest and truest
excels his fellows in nothing save the knack of expression; read more

Perhaps, moreover, he whose genius appears deepest and truest
excels his fellows in nothing save the knack of expression; he
throws out occasionally a lucky hint at truths of which every
human soul is profoundly though unutterably conscious.

Selfishness is one of the qualities apt to inspire love.

Selfishness is one of the qualities apt to inspire love.