You send a boy to school in order to make friends - the right sort.

Surely it was time someone invented a new plot, or that the author came out from the bushes.

But how entirely I live in my imagination; how completely depend upon spurts of thought, coming as I walk, as I sit; things churning up in my mind and so making a perpetual pageant, which is to be my happiness.

There is no doubt in my mind, that I have found out how to begin (at 40) to say something in my own voice.

If only she could put them together, she felt, write them out in some sentence, then she would have got at the truth of things.

Without self awareness we are as babies in the cradles.

Henry James seems most entirely in his element, doing that is to say what everything favors his doing, when it is a question of recollection. The mellow light which swims over the past, the beauty which suffuses even the commonest little figures of that