Let The Black Flower Blossom As It

No, My Little Pearl! Thou Must Gather Thine Own Sunshine. I Have None To Give Thee.

New England Is Quite As Large A Lump Of Earth As My Heart Can Really Take In.

It [the Scarlet Letter] Had The Effect Of A Spell, Taking Her Out Of The Ordinary Relations With Humanity, And Enclosing Her In A Sphere By Herself.

We Must Not Think Too Unkindly Even Of The East Wind. It Is Not, Perhaps, A Wind To Be Loved, Even In Its Benignest Moods; But There Are Seasons When I Delight To Feel Its Breath Upon My Cheek, Though It Be Never Advisable To Throw Open My Bosom And Take It Into My Heart, As I Would Its Gentle Sisters Of The South And West.

We Go All Wrong By Too Strenuous A Resolution To Go Right.