A Quote by Nathaniel Hawthorne

Ugliness without tact is horrible. — © Nathaniel Hawthorne
Ugliness without tact is horrible.
The ugliness of the beauty is much horrible than the ugliness of the ugliness.
Without tact you can learn nothing. Tact teaches you when to be silent. Inquirers who are always questioning never learn anything.
Tact, the kind of tact you should cultivate, is not a form of deception or make-believe, but a cultivated taste which gives fine perception in seeing and doing what is best under all circumstances. There is nothing which will so readily bring you into favor, or disarm an opponent, as the right use of tact.
Without tact you can learn nothing.
It seems entirely possible to me that horrible things can be going on without us becoming horrible people.
Let me look at the foulness and ugliness of my body. Let me see myself as an ulcerous sore running with every horrible and disgusting poison.
People should not be responding to bigoted ugliness with any ugliness of their own.
In the matter of furnishing, I find a certain absence of ugliness far worse than ugliness.
Our society can no longer tolerate ugliness. You see that in cars, sofas and women. [But] ugliness also has a right to exist.
I prefer ugliness to beauty, because ugliness endures.
Tact is the ability to step on a man's toes without messing up the shine on his shoes.
Tact is the ability to make a person see lightning without letting him feel the bolt.
I hate ugliness. You know I'm allergic to ugliness.
Without this tremendous passion for power, influence, and advantage which money gives, how could nature develop the highest type of man? Without this infinite longing, whence would come the discipline which industry, perseverance, tact, sagacity, and frugality give?
The world didn’t like to look at the dark underside very often. But that didn’t change the ugliness; it only ensured that those who perpetuated the ugliness were left alone to kill and maim and rape.
The great crime which the moneyed classes and promoters of industry committed in the palmy Victorian days was the condemning of the workers to ugliness, ugliness, ugliness: meanness and formless and ugly surroundings, ugly ideals, ugly religion, ugly hope, ugly love, ugly clothes, ugly furniture, ugly houses, ugly relationship between workers and employers. The human soul needs actual beauty more than bread.
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