Nathaniel Hawthorne Novelist
- Gender: Male
- Citizenship: United States
- Born: Jul 4, 1804
- Died: May 19, 1864
Nathaniel Hawthorne was an American novelist and short story writer.
He was born in 1804 in Salem, Massachusetts to Nathaniel Hathorne and the former Elizabeth Clarke Manning. His ancestors include John Hathorne, the only judge involved in the Salem witch trials who never repented of his actions. Nathaniel later added a "w" to make his name "Hawthorne" in order to hide this relation. He entered Bowdoin College in 1821, was elected to Phi Beta Kappa in 1824, and graduated in 1825. Hawthorne published his first work, a novel titled Fanshawe, in 1828; he later tried to suppress it, feeling it was not equal to the standard of his later work. He published several short stories in various periodicals which he collected in 1837 as Twice-Told Tales. The next year, he became engaged to Sophia Peabody. He worked at a Custom House and joined Brook Farm, a transcendentalist community, before marrying Peabody in 1842. The couple moved to The Old Manse in Concord, Massachusetts, later moving to Salem, the Berkshires, then to The Wayside in Concord. The Scarlet Letter was published in 1850, followed by a succession of other novels.
We sometimes congratulate ourselves at the moment of waking from a troubled dream it may be so the moment after death.
death
Our most intimate friend is not he to whom we show the worst, but the best of our nature.
best & nature
Every individual has a place to fill in the world and is important in some respect whether he chooses to be so or not.
respect
Religion and art spring from the same root and are close kin. Economics and art are strangers.
art & religion
Happiness is a butterfly, which when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.
happiness
All brave men love for he only is brave who has affections to fight for, whether in the daily battle of life, or in physical contests.
love & men
Time flies over us, but leaves it shadow behind.
time
A stale article, if you dip it in a good, warm, sunny smile, will go off better than a fresh one that you've scowled upon.
smile