Nathaniel Hawthorne

A man's soul may be buried and perish under a dungheap or in a furrow of the field, just as under a pile of money.

What other dungeon is so dark as one's own heart!What jailer so inexorable as one's self

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