She envied Ralph his dying, for if one were thinking of rest that was the most perfect of all. To cease utterly, to give it all up and not know anything more — this idea was as sweet as the vision of a cool bath in a marble tank, in a darkened chamber, in a hot land.
Henry JamesHe valued life and literature equally for the light they threw upon each other; to his mind one implied the other; he was unable to conceive of them apart.
Henry JamesIt might seem that an egg which has succeeded in being fresh has done all that can reasonably be expected of it.
Henry James