The love of science to rival the love of woman, in its depth and absorbing energy. — Nathaniel Hawthorne
But, irreverently consorting with these grave, reputable, and pious people, these elders — Nathaniel Hawthorne
Death possesses a good deal, of real estate, namely, the graveyard in every town. — Nathaniel Hawthorne
Life, within doors, has few pleasanter prospects than a neatly-arranged and well-provisioned — Nathaniel Hawthorne
Eager souls, mystics and revolutionaries, may propose to refashion the world in — Nathaniel Hawthorne
She poured out the liquid music of her voice to quench the thirst of his spirit. — Nathaniel Hawthorne