Henry James
Henry James
Henry James, OM15 April 1843 – 28 February 1916) was an American-born writer. He is regarded as one of the key figures of 19th-century literary realism. He was the son of Henry James, Sr. and the brother of philosopher and psychologist William James and diarist Alice James...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth15 April 1843
CityNew York City, NY
CountryUnited States of America
dream taken able
Of course what he most intensely dreams of is being taken out on walks, and the more you are able to indulge him the more will he adore you and the more all the latent beauty of his nature will come out.
friendship self-esteem integrity
I don't want everyone to like me; I should think less of myself if some people did.
tables elbows courses
She was a woman who, between courses, could be graceful with her elbows on the table.
writing bleeding butchery
I have performed the necessary butchery. Here is the bleeding corpse.
queens pain thinking
You think too much.' 'I suppose I do; but I can’t help it, my mind is so terribly active. When I give myself, I give myself. I pay the penalty in my headaches, my famous headaches--a perfect circlet of pain! But I carry it as a queen carries her crown.
delicate pursue prize
Be generous, be delicate, and always pursue the prize.
winning games play
It is no wonder he wins every game. He has never done a thing in his life exept play games
learning ideas force
Ideas are, in truth, force.
wine violet florence
Everything about Florence seems to be colored with a mild violet, like diluted wine.
paris taste merit
...the great merit of the place is that one can arrange one's life here exactly as one pleases...there are facilities for every kind of habit and taste, and everything is accepted and understood.
history historical literature
It takes a great deal of history to produce a little literature.
beautiful summer time
Summer afternoon, summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.
writing doe reason
The only reason for the existence of a novel is that it does attempt to represent life.
history literature littles
It takes an endless amount of history to make even a little tradition.