Caresses, expressions of one sort or another, are necessary to the life of the affections as leaves are to the life of a tree. If they are wholly restrained, love will die at the roo Nathaniel Hawthorne on affection
The world owes all its onward impulses to men ill at ease. The happy man inevitably confines himself within ancient limits. Nathaniel Hawthorne on progress
So she poured out the liquid music of her voice to quench the thirst of his spirit. Nathaniel Hawthorne on voice