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
bored feminism shut-up
I am blackly bored when they are at large and at work; but somehow I am still more blackly bored when they are shut up in Holloway and we are deprived of them.
reading pieces hated
One of my latest sensations was going to Lady Airlie's to hear Browning read his own poems - with the comport of finding that, at least, if you don't understand them, he himself apparently understands them even less. He read them as if he hated them and would like to bite them to pieces.
cheerful london speak
It is difficult to speak adequately or justly of London. It is not a pleasant place; it is not agreeable, or cheerful, or easy, or exempt from reproach. It is only magnificent.
people care proportion
We care what happens to people only in proportion as we know what people are.
character ideas two
Ideas are, in truth, forces. Infinite, too, is the power of personality. A union of the two always makes history.
wine violet florence
Everything about Florence seems to be colored with a mild violet, like diluted wine.
thinking feels
She feels in italics and thinks in CAPITALS.
learning ideas force
Ideas are, in truth, force.
home patriotic thinking
I think patriotism is like charity -- it begins at home.
curiosity wonder staring
She had an immense curiosity about life, and was constantly staring and wondering.
life tea-drinking afternoon
Under certain circumstances there are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea.
people imagination requirements
I call people rich when they're able to meet the requirements of their imagination.
life judging inspire
Life is a predicament which precedes death.
overrated ifs
If this was love, love had been overrated.