There is an alchemy of quiet malice by which women can concoct a subtle poison from ordinary trifles.
Nathaniel HawthorneThe trees reflected in the river - they are unconscious of a spiritual world so near to them. So are we.
Nathaniel HawthorneThere is an alchemy of quiet malice by which women can concoct a subtle poison from ordinary trifles.
Nathaniel HawthorneThe trees reflected in the river - they are unconscious of a spiritual world so near to them. So are we.
Nathaniel Hawthorne