The world owes all its onward impulses to men ill at ease. The happy man inevitably confines himself within ancient limits. – Nathaniel Hawthorne
A womans chastity consists, like an onion, of a series of coats. – Nathaniel Hawthorne

The world owes all its onward impulses to men ill at ease. The happy man inevitably confines himself within ancient limits. – Nathaniel Hawthorne
A womans chastity consists, like an onion, of a series of coats. – Nathaniel Hawthorne
Nobody has any conscience about adding to the improbabilities of a marvelous tale. – Nathaniel Hawthorne
We go all wrong by too strenuous a resolution to go right. – Nathaniel Hawthorne