When he is cheerful — when the sun shines into his mind — then I venture to peep in, just as far as the light reaches, but no further. It is holy gro… - Nathaniel Hawthorne

Scattered... over the breasts of the surrounding mountains there were heaps of hoary mist, in fantastic shapes... or cloud, hovering in the gold radiance of the upper atmosphere. ...[I]t seemed almost as if mortal man might thus ascend into the heavenly regions. Earth was so mingled with sky... The great hills played a concert among themselves, each constituting a strain of airy sweetness.

"Hadst thou sought the whole earth over," said he, looking darkly at the clergyman, "there was no place so secret- no high place nor lowly place, where thou couldst have escaped me,- save on this very scaffold!"

Be true! Be true! Be true! Show freely to the world, if not your worst, yet some trait whereby the worst may be inferred!