Quote by Leon Edel

Of the creative spirits that flourished in Concord, Massachusetts, during the middle of the nineteenth century, it might be said that Hawthorne loved men but felt estranged from them, Emerson loved ideas even more than men, and Thoreau loved himself.

Of the creative spirits that flourished in Concord, Massachu

Summary

This quote is a brief evaluation of three prominent figures from Concord, Massachusetts, during the mid-19th century. It suggests that Nathaniel Hawthorne, although having an affinity for people, still felt disconnected from them in some way. Ralph Waldo Emerson, on the other hand, was portrayed as someone who cherished ideas more than individuals. Lastly, Henry David Thoreau is depicted as someone who had a strong self-love or self-focus. Overall, the quote implies that each of these individuals had distinct inclinations and priorities in their lives and works.

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By Leon Edel

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