Occupation: Novelist Birth: August 1, 1819 Death: September 28, 1891
Dollars damn me; and the malicious Devil is forever grinning in upon me, holding the door ajar. ... What I feel most moved to write, that is banned -….
The pulpit is ever this earth's foremost part; all the rest comes in its rear; the pulpit leads the world. From thence it is the storm of God's quick….
Toil is man's allotment; toil of brain, or toil of hands, or a grief that's more than either, the grief and sin of idleness..
He says NO! In thunder; but the Devil himself cannot make him say yes..
He, who, in view of its inconsistencies, says of human nature the same that, in view of its contrasts, is said of the divine nature, that it is past ….
While nature thus very early and very abundantly feeds us, she is very late in tutoring us as to the proper methodization of our diet..
Give me a condor's quill! Give me Vesuvius crater for an inkstand!.
The American, who up to the present day, has evinced, in Literature, the largest brain with the largest heart, that man is Nathaniel Hawthorne..
In childhood, death stirred me not; in middle age, it pursued me like a prowling bandit on the road; now, grown an old man, it boldly leads the way, ….
If you begin the day with a laugh, you may, nevertheless, end it with a sob and a sigh..
The terrors of truth and dart of death To faith alike are vain..
If not against us, nature is not for us..
Passion, and passion in its profoundest, is not a thing demanding a palatial stage whereon to play its part. Down among the groundlings, among the be….
Bachelors alone can travel freely, and without any twinges of their consciences touching desertion of the fire-side..
God is liberal of color; so should man be..
And yet self-knowledge is thought by some not so easy. Who knows, my dear sir, but for a time you may have taken yourself for somebody else? Stranger….
The stillness of the calm is awful. His voice begins to grow strange and portentous. He feels it in him like something swallowed too big for the esop….
Where lies the final harbor, whence we unmoor no more? In what rapt ether sails the world, of which the weariest will never weary? Where is the found….
Thou saw'st the locked lovers when leaping from their flaming ship; heart to heart they sank beneath the exulting wave; true to each other, when heav….
Aid my disillusionment, my friend!.
Everyone knows that in most people's estimation, to do anything cooly is to do it genteelly..