Nathaniel Hawthorne

"Here, dearest Eve," he exclaims, "here is food." "Well,"
answered she, with the germ of a housewife stirring within read more

"Here, dearest Eve," he exclaims, "here is food." "Well,"
answered she, with the germ of a housewife stirring within her,
"we have been so busy to-day that a picked-up dinner must serve."

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?

One picture in ten thousand, perhaps, ought to live in the
applause of mankind, from generation to generation until read more

One picture in ten thousand, perhaps, ought to live in the
applause of mankind, from generation to generation until the
colors fade and blacken out of sight or the canvas rot entirely
away.

A bodily disease which we look upon as whole and entire within
itself, may, after all, be but a read more

A bodily disease which we look upon as whole and entire within
itself, may, after all, be but a symptom of some ailment in the
spiritual part.

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.