What a sweet reverence is that when a young man deems his mistress a little more than mortal and almost chides himself for longing to bring her close to his heart.
Nathaniel HawthorneNo, my little Pearl! Thou must gather thine own sunshine. I have none to give thee.
Nathaniel HawthorneThere is an alchemy of quiet malice by which women can concoct a subtle poison from ordinary trifles.
Nathaniel Hawthorne