We scarcely wish to analyse what we feel to be so large and deeply human.

At one and the same time, therefore, society is everything and society is nothing. Society is the most powerful concoction in the world and society has no existence whatsoever

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

In illness words seem to possess a mystic quality.

If the best of one's feelings means nothing to the person most concerned in those feelings, what reality is left us?

I have had my vision.

How remorseless life is!