When scattered clouds are resting on the bosoms of hills, it seems as if one might climb into the heavenly region, earth being so intermixed with sky, and gradually transformed into it. – Nathaniel Hawthorne
What we call real estate – the solid ground to build a house on – is the broad foundation on which nearly all the guilt of this world rests. – Nathaniel Hawthorne
A womans chastity consists, like an onion, of a series of coats. – Nathaniel Hawthorne
Look out into the July night, and see the broad belt of silver flame which flashes up the half of heaven, fresh and delicate as the bonfires of the meadow-flies. Yet the powers of numbers cannot compute its enormous age,—lasting as space and time,—embosomed in time and space. – Ralph Waldo Emerson, “Progress of Culture”