"I cannot endure to waste anything so precious as autumnal sunshine by staying in the house." [<i>Notebook</i>, Oct. 10, 1842] - Nathaniel Hawthorne

The book, if you would see anything in it, requires to be read in the clear, brown, twilight atmosphere in which it was written; if opened in the sunshine, it is apt to look exceedingly like a volume of blank pages.

There is no good on earth; and sin is but a name. Come, devil; for to thee is this world given.

Only get rid altogether of your nonsensical trash about the beautiful, which I nor anybody else, nor yourself to boot, could ever understand,—only free yourself of that, and your success in life is as sure as daylight.