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is like an onion, a series of coats without a nucleus, diffused through the whole series of coats, and lessened with the removal of each; vanishing with the final one which one supposed would introduce one to the hidden pearl.

A woman's chastity consists, like an onion, of a series of coats. You may strip off the outer ones without doing much mischief, perhaps none at all ; but you keep taking off one after another, in expectation of coming to the inner nucleus, including the whole value of the matter. It proves, however, that there is no such nucleus, and that chastity is diffused through the whole series of coats, is lessened with the removal of each, and vanishes with the final one which you supposed would introduce you to the hidden pearl.

is so genuine a fact that it excludes falsehoods, or betrays its emptiness: it is a touchstone that proves the gold, and dishonors the baser metal.

Death is so genuine a fact that it excludes falsehoods, or betrays its emptiness: it is a touchstone that proves the gold, and dishonors the baser metal.

is a butterfly which, when pursued, is always beyond our grasp, but, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.

Happiness is a butterfly, which when pursued, is just out of grasp. But if you sit down quietly, may alight upon you.

is tuned more to love than to hate and unless the change be impeded by a continually new irritation of the original feeling of hostility, even hate will even be transformed to love.

It is to the credit of human nature, that, except where its selfishness is brought into play, it loves more readily than it hates. Hatred, by a gradual and quiet process, will even be transformed to love, unless the change be impeded by a continually new irritation of the original feeling of hostility. Nathaniel Hawthorne

is at the heart of American democracy, such that one attacks someone and then accuses the victim.

They attack the victim, and then the criminal who attacked the victim accuses the victim of attacking him. This is American justice. This is American democracy and those of you who are familiar with it know that in America democracy is hypocrisy. Now, if I'm wrong, put me in jail... but if you can't prove that democracy is not hypocrisy, then don't put your hands on me. Malcolm X

is the curse of the world, and nobody can meddle with it without becoming proportionately brutified.

Labor is the curse of the world, and nobody can meddle with it without becoming proportionately brutified.

is that happy and holy circumstance whereby those who love one another should rest on the same pillow.

What a happy and holy fashion it is that those who love one another should rest on the same pillow. Nathaniel Hawthorne

is a cold and sad memory of a man kept in cold marble who would else be forgotten.

The marble keeps merely a cold and sad memory of a man who would else be forgotten. No man who needs a monument ever ought to have one.

1s 2ight is sculpture, just as sunlight is painting.

Moonlight is sculpture... sunlight is painting.

is sculpture just as sunlight Is painting.

Moonlight is sculpture; sunlight Is painting.

Mountains are earth's undecaying monuments.

 lies upon the present like a giant's dead body.

The Past lies upon the Present like a giant's dead body.

is but a coarse and sensual prophecy of the present and the future.

is the city of all time, and of all the world.

Rome? The city of all time, and of all the world.

's intensity is known not by its present torture, but chiefly by the pang that rankles after it.

In our nature, however, there is a provision, alike marvelous and merciful, that the sufferer should never know the intensity of what he endures by its present torture, but chiefly by the pang that rankles after it. (Nathaniel Hawthorne)

is innocent and powerless when at rest in the dictionary, but unleashed, it is enormously potent for good and evil in the hands of one who knows how to combine them.

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)

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