Sorrow comes in great waves...but rolls over us, and though it may almost smother us, it leaves us. And we know that if it is strong, we are stronger, inasmuch as it passes and we remain.
Henry JamesIf I were to live my life over again, I would be an American. I would steep myself in America, I would know no other land.
Henry JamesSummer afternoon, summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.
Henry James