Maxioms by Nathaniel Hawthorne
A grave, wherever found, preaches a short and pithy sermon to the soul.
A grave, wherever found, preaches a short and pithy sermon to the soul.
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.
Happiness is a butterfly, which when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down read more
Happiness is a butterfly, which when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you
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 one is true.
