What other dungeon is so dark as one's own heart! What jailer so inexorable as one's self!
Nathaniel HawthorneIt is very singular how the fact of a man's death often seems to give people a truer idea of his character, whether for good or evil, than they have ever possessed while he was living and acting among them.
Nathaniel HawthorneI sometimes fancy," said Hilda, on whose susceptibility the scene always made a strong impression, "that Rome--mere Rome--will crowd everything else out of my heart.
Nathaniel Hawthorne