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
wish might heroic
Sometimes she went so far as to wish that she should find herself in a difficult position, so that she might have the pleasure of being as heroic as the occasion demanded.
waiting different might
Things are always different than what they might be...If you wait for them to change, you will never do anything.
rome branches might
All roads lead to Rome, and there were times when it might have struck us that almost every branch of study or subject of conversation skirted forbidden ground.
might alarms exciting
Though it might have its momentary alarms, paternity is not an exciting vocation.
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.
might splendid immaculate
... since she might not be splendid, she would at least be immaculate.
spiritual journey might
Things are always different from what they might be.
matter mistake
Live all you can; it's a mistake not to. It doesn't so much matter what you do in particular, so long as you have your life. If you haven't had that what have you had?
boats hide ram steal
On moonless nights, they would hide with lanterns to get boats to ram into barges so they could steal from the ships.
egg harbor leads people
She is the one who leads the people of Little Egg Harbor to freedom.
owner percent time
Most of the time they can get the loan, but it's not 100 percent. The owner usually has to come up with 35 to 40 percent of the money.
beast begun figured happen solitude
What could the thing that was to happen to him be, after all, but just this thing that had begun to happen? Her dying, her death, his consequent solitude - that was what he had figured as the beast in the jungle.
Live all you can; it's a mistake not to. It doesn't so much matter what you do in particular, so long as you have your life. If you haven't had that what have you had?
art beauty force life substitute whatever
It is art that makes life, makes interest, makes importance... and I know of no substitute whatever for the force and beauty of its process.