So long as we love life for itself, we seldom dread the losing it. When we desire life for the attainment of an object, we recognize the frailty of i… - Nathaniel Hawthorne

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So long as we love life for itself, we seldom dread the losing it. When we desire life for the attainment of an object, we recognize the frailty of its texture. But, side by side with this sense of insecurity, there is a vital faith in our invulnerability to the shaft of death while engaged in any task that seems assigned by Providence as our proper thing to do, and which the world would have cause to mourn for should we leave it unaccomplished.

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About Nathaniel Hawthorne

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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Birth Name: Nathaniel Hathorne
Alternative Names: Monsieur de l'Aubépine N. H.
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