A Quote by Nathaniel Hawthorne

There is an alchemy of quiet malice by which women can concoct a subtle poison from ordinary trifles. — © Nathaniel Hawthorne
There is an alchemy of quiet malice by which women can concoct a subtle poison from ordinary trifles.
There is no violent surface indication of the ecstasy which great thinkers alone enjoy. There is nothing dramatic about it, but there is some subtle light in the eye of the inspired one, or some even more subtle quiet emanation which surrounds the inspired thinker, which tells you that you are in the presence of one who has bridged the gap which separates the mundane world from the world of spirit.
Poetry is the alchemy which teaches us to convert ordinary materials into gold.
I know that there is not in the world a more subtle poison than that which is extracted from and administered by books.
Malice drinks one-half of its own poison.
The difference between real material poison and intellectual poison is that most material poison is disgusting to the taste, but intellectual poison, which takes the form of cheap newspapers or bad books, can unfortunately sometimes be attractive.
Malice drinketh up the greater part of its own poison.
This all-pervading power is the power of divine love. It thinks. It organizes. It plans. It loves. It is the one which is the subtle of the ether, you can call it. It is the subtle of the matter. It is the subtle of your emotions. It is the subtle of your mental power. It is the subtle of your evolutionary power, but all integrated and coordinated in complete synchronization.
We are all the judges and the judged, victims of the casual malice and fantasy of others, and ready sources of fantasy and malice in our turn. And if we are sometimes accused of sins of which we are innocent, are there not also other sins of which we are guilty and of which the world knows nothing?
Retaliation is counter-poison and poison breeds more poison. The nectar of Love alone can destroy the poison of hate.
Ah! fraudful malice! how shall wisdom's care Escape the poison of thy gilded snare!
The subtle sauce of malice is often indulged in by maidens of uncertain age, over their tea.
I'm a quiet person, and I live a quiet, pleasant, ordinary, simple life.
In mortals there is a care for trifles which proceeds from love and conscience, and is most holy; and a care for trifles which comes of idleness and frivolity, and is most base. And so, also, there is a gravity proceeding from thought, which is most noble; and a gravity proceeding from dulness and mere incapability of enjoyment, which is most base.
Without respect, the subtle alchemy that binds an organization or that serves as the impetus for a business transaction would dissolve into mutual suspicion and hostility.
Great events make me quiet and calm; it is only trifles that irritate my nerves.
Are we not rude and deserve blame, if we leave Him alone, to busy ourselves about trifles, which do not please Him and perhaps offend Him? 'Tis to be feared these trifles will one day cost us dear.
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