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| No man, for any considerable period, can wear one face to himself and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which may be true. | (Nathaniel Hawthorne)
| | Life is made up of marble and mud. | (Nathaniel Hawthorne)
| | Happiness is as a butterfly which, when pursued, is always beyond our grasp, but which if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you. | (Nathaniel Hawthorne)
| | Words -- so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become in the hands of one who knows how to combine them. | (Nathaniel Hawthorne)
| | Happiness is as a butterfly which, when pursued, is always beyond our grasp, but which if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you. | (Nathaniel Hawthorne)
| | A bodily disease which we look upon as whole and entire within itself, may, after all, be but a symptom of some ailment in the spiritual part. | (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)
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