To-morrow would bring its own trial with it; so would the next day, and so would the next; each its own trial, and yet the very same that was now so … - Nathaniel Hawthorne
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To-morrow would bring its own trial with it; so would the next day, and so would the next; each its own trial, and yet the very same that was now so unutterably grievous to be borne. The days of the far-off future would toil onward, still with the same burden for her to take up, and bear along with her, but never to fling down; for the accumulating days, and added years, would pile up their misery upon the heap of shame.
Nathaniel Hawthorne (4 July 1804 – 19 May 1864) was an American writer remembered for his romance novels (The Scarlet Letter, The House of the Seven Gables, The Blithedale Romance, and The Marble Faun) and short stories.
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There was nothing so antipodal to his nature as this man's cold, unimaginative sagacity, by contact with which everything was converted into a dream except the densest matter of the physical world.
Clergymen, judges, statesmen — the wisest, calmest, holiest persons of their day — stood in the inner circle round about the gallows, loudest to applaud the work of blood, latest to confess themselves miserably deceived.
The fiend in his own shape is less hideous than when he rages in the breast of men.
