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
fine oneself consequence
One is oneself a fine consequence.
eggs might done
It might seem that an egg which has succeeded in being fresh has done all that can reasonably be expected of it.
wonderful
There are women who are for all your 'times of life.' They're the most wonderful sort.
effort poetry mind
It exhibits the effort of an essentially prosaic mind to lift itself, by a prolonged muscular strain, into poetry.
savannah taste cups
I recall my fleeting instants in Savannah as the taste of a cup charged to the brim.
literature injury humans
To kill a human being is, after all, the least injury you can do him.
art philosophy inspirational-running
Art is nothing more than the shadow of humanity.
feet red-flags cash
London doesn't love the latent or the lurking, has neither time, nor taste, nor sense for anything less discernible than the red flag in front of the steam-roller. It wants cash over the counter and letters ten feet high.
past strange familiar
We are divided of course between liking to feel the past strange and liking to feel it familiar.
artist circles problem
Really, universally, relations stop nowhere, and the exquisite problem of the artist is eternally but to draw, by a geometry of his own, the circle within which they shall happily appear to do so.
thinking add stature
Which of you with taking thought can add to his stature one cubit?
beauty beautiful useless-things
There are moods in which one feels the impulse to enter a tacit protest against too gross an appetite for pure aesthetics in this starving and sinning world. One turns half away, musingly, from certain beautiful useless things.
simple race poetry
Happy you poets who can be present and so present by a simple flicker of your genius, and not, like the clumsier race, have to laya train and pile up faggots that may not after prove in the least combustible!
country civilization texture
One might enumerate the items of high civilization, as it exists in other countries, which are absent from the texture of American life, until it should become a wonder to know what was left.