Roger Chillingworth Quotes

Let men tremble to win the hand of woman, unless they win along with it the utmost passion of her heart! Else it may be their miserable fortune, as it was Roger Chillingworth's, when some mightier touch than their own may have awakened all her sensibilities, to be reproached even for the calm content, the marble image of happiness, which they will have imposed upon her as the warm reality. But Hester ought long ago to have done with this injustice. What did it betoken? Had seven long years, under the torture of the scarlet letter, inflicted so much of misery, and wrought out no repentance?

You speak, my friend, with a strange earnestness," said old Roger Chillingworth, smiling at him.

She marvelled how she could ever have been wrought upon to marry him! She deemed it her crime most to be repented of, that she had ever endured and reciprocated the lukewarm grasp of his hand, and had suffered the smile of her lips and eyes to mingle and melt into his own. And it seemed a fouler offence committed by Roger Chillingworth than any which had since been done him, that, in the time when her heart knew no better, he had persuaded her to fancy herself happy by his side.

A good man's prayers are golden recompense!" rejoined old Roger Chillingworth, as he took his leave. "Yea, they are the current gold coin of the New Jerusalem, with the King's own mint-mark on them!

Woman, I could wellnigh pity thee!" said Roger Chillingworth, unable to restrain a thrill of admiration too; for there was a quality almost majestic in the despair which she expressed. "Thou hadst great elements. Peradventure, hadst thou met earlier with a better love than mine, this evil had not been. I pity thee, for the good that has been wasted in thy nature!

Strengthend by years of hard and solemn trial, she felt herself no longer so inadequate to cope with Roger Chillingworth as on that night, abased by sin, and half maddened to the ignominy the was still new, when they had talked together in the prison chamber.

Let men tremble to win the hand of woman, unless they win along with it the utmost passion of her heart! Else it may be their miserable fortune, as it was Roger Chillingworth's, when some mightier touch than their own may have awakened all her sensibilities, to be reproached even for the calm content, the marble imbue of happiness, which they will have imposed upon her as the warm reality.

These men deceive themselves," said Roger Chillingworth, with somewhat more emphasis than usual, and making a slight gesture with his forefinger. "They fear to take up the shame that rightfully belongs to them. Their love for man, their zeal for God's service—these holy impulses may or may not coexist in their hearts with the evil inmates to which their guilt has unbarred the door, and which must needs propagate a hellish breed within them. But, if they seek to glorify God, let them not lift heavenward their unclean hands! If they would serve their fellowmen, let them do it by making manifest the power and reality of conscience, in constraining them to penitential self-abasement! Would thou have me to believe, O wise and pious friend, that a false show can be better—can be more for God's glory, or man' welfare—than God's own truth? Trust me, such men deceive themselves!" "It

Das stimmt, solche Menschen gibt es", antwortete Herr Dimmesdale. "Doch ohne an naheliegendere Gründe zu denken, wäre es doch möglich, daß sie Schweigen bewahren aus der Veranlagerung ihres Wesens. Oder daß sie - dürfen wir es nicht annehmen?-, schuldig wie sie vielleicht sind, trotzdem am Eifer zu Ehre Gottes und zum Wohle der Menschen festhalten und deshalb zurückschrecken, sich schwarz und dreckig vor den Augen der Menschen zu zeigen, weil sie danach nichts Gutes bewirken, nichts Schlechtes aus der Vergangenheit durch besseren Dienst auslöschen können. So wandeln sie zur eigenen unaussprechlichen Qual unter ihren Mitgeschöpfen und sehen dabei rein aus wie frisch gefallener Schnee, auch wenn ihre Herzen durch Unrecht befleckt und besudelt sind, von dem sie sich selbst nicht befreien können." "Diese Menschen betrügen sich selbst", sagte Roger Chillingworth mit etwas größerem Nachdruck als gewöhnlich und machte eine kleine Geste mit dem Zeigefinger. "sie fürchten, die Schande auf sich zu nehmen, die ihnen von Rechts wegen zusteht. Ihre Liebe zu den Menschen, ihr Eifer für den Gottesdienst - diese heiligen Triebe mögen oder mögen nicht in ihren Herzen gemeinsam mit den bösen Insassen existieren, denen eigene Schuld die Tür entriegelt hat, so daß sie ihre Höllenbrut fortpflanzen müssen. Doch wenn sie Gott verehren wollen, dann sollen sie ihre unreinen Hände nicht gen Himmel heben! Wenn sie ihren Mitmenschen dienen wollen, dann sollen sie es, indem sie Kraft und Wirklichkeit des Gewissens zeigen und sich zur reuevollen Selbsterniedrigung zwingen! Möchten Sie, daß ich denke, o mein weiser, frommer Freund, ein falscher Schein könne mehr tun, könne besseres tun zur Ehre Gottes und zum Wohle der Menschen, als Gottes eigene Wahrheit? Glauben Sie mir, diese Menschen betrügen sich selbst!

The picture of human life in the market-place, though its general tint was the sad gray, brown, or black of the English emigrants, was yet enlivened by some diversity of hue. A party of Indians—in their savage finery of curiously embroidered deerskin robes, wampum-belts, red and yellow ochre, and feathers, and armed with the bow and arrow and stone-headed spear—stood apart with countenances of inflexible gravity, beyond what even the Puritan aspect could attain. Nor, wild as were these painted barbarians, were they the wildest feature of the scene. This distinction could more justly be claimed by some mariners—a part of the crew of the vessel from the Spanish Main—who had come ashore to see the humours of Election Day. They were rough-looking desperadoes, with sun-blackened faces, and an immensity of beard; their wide short trousers were confined about the waist by belts, often clasped with a rough plate of gold, and sustaining always a long knife, and in some instances, a sword. From beneath their broad-brimmed hats of palm-leaf, gleamed eyes which, even in good-nature and merriment, had a kind of animal ferocity. They transgressed without fear or scruple, the rules of behaviour that were binding on all others: smoking tobacco under the beadle's very nose, although each whiff would have cost a townsman a shilling; and quaffing at their pleasure, draughts of wine or aqua-vitae from pocket flasks, which they freely tendered to the gaping crowd around them. It remarkably characterised the incomplete morality of the age, rigid as we call it, that a licence was allowed the seafaring class, not merely for their freaks on shore, but for far more desperate deeds on their proper element. The sailor of that day would go near to be arraigned as a pirate in our own. There could be little doubt, for instance, that this very ship's crew, though no unfavourable specimens of the nautical brotherhood, had been guilty, as we should phrase it, of depredations on the Spanish commerce, such as would have perilled all their necks in a modern court of justice. But the sea in those old times heaved, swelled, and foamed very much at its own will, or subject only to the tempestuous wind, with hardly any attempts at regulation by human law. The buccaneer on the wave might relinquish his calling and become at once if he chose, a man of probity and piety on land; nor, even in the full career of his reckless life, was he regarded as a personage with whom it was disreputable to traffic or casually associate. Thus the Puritan elders in their black cloaks, starched bands, and steeple-crowned hats, smiled not unbenignantly at the clamour and rude deportment of these jolly seafaring men; and it excited neither surprise nor animadversion when so reputable a citizen as old Roger Chillingworth, the physician, was seen to enter the market-place in close and familiar talk with the commander of the questionable vessel.