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. – Nathaniel Hawthorne
So she poured out the liquid music of her voice to quench the thirst of his spirit. – Nathaniel Hawthorne
All brave men love for he only is brave who has affections to fight for, whether in the daily battle of life, or in physical contests. – Nathaniel Hawthorne
Providence seldom vouchsafes to mortals any more than just that degree of encouragement which suffices to keep them at a reasonably full exertion of their powers. – Nathaniel Hawthorne