Until you try, you don't know what you can't do. Henry James More Quotes by Henry James More Quotes From Henry James ... since she might not be splendid, she would at least be immaculate. Henry James immaculate splendid might The house of fiction has in short not one window, but a million, ... but they are, singly, as nothing without the posted presence of the watcher. Henry James house fiction window The girl had a certain nobleness of imagination, which rendered her a good many services and played her a great many tricks. Henry James good-man girl imagination Don't try so much to form your character - it's like trying to pull open a tight, tender young rose. Live as you like best and your character will take care of itself. Henry James rose trying character Art does not lie in copying nature.- Nature furnishes the material by means of which is to express a beauty still unexpressed in nature.-The artist beholds in nature more than she herself is conscious of. Henry James mean lying art I have lived too long in foreign parts Henry James long Though it might have its momentary alarms, paternity is not an exciting vocation. Henry James alarms exciting might It was the way the autumn day looked into the high windows as it waned; the way the red light, breaking at the close from under a low sombre sky, reached out in a long shaft and played over old wainscots, old tapestry, old gold, old colour. Henry James autumn light sky The black and merciless things that are behind the great possessions. Henry James behinds possession black Take the word for it of a man who has made his way inch by inch, and does not believe that we'll wake up to find our work done because we've lain all night a-dreaming of it; anything worth doing is devilish hard to do! Henry James dream night believe The superiority of one man's opinion over another's is never so great as when the opinion is about a woman. Henry James literature judging men My sole wish is to frustrate as utterly as possible the post-mortem exploiter. Henry James sole posts wish You seemed to me to be soaring far up in the blue - to be sailing in the bright light, over the heads of men. Suddenly some one tosses up a faded rosebud - a missile that should never have reached you - and down you drop to the ground. Henry James light blue men She is written in a foreign tongue. Henry James tongue written Little by little, even with other cares, the slowly but surely working poison of the garden-mania begins to stir in my long-sluggish veins. Henry James garden caring long Keep making the movements of life. Henry James movement The story had held us, round the fire, sufficiently breathless, but except the obvious remark that it was gruesome, as, on Christmas Eve in an old house, a strange tale should essentially be . . . Henry James fire stories house The artist beholds in nature more than she herself Nature is conscious of. Henry James conscious artist art To treat a big subject in the intensely summarized fashion demanded by an evening's traffic of the stage when the evening, freely clipped at each end, is reduced to two hours and a half, is a feat of which the difficulty looms large. Henry James fashion theatre two We must grant the artist his subject, his idea, his donn´e: our criticism is applied only to what he makes of it. Henry James criticism artist ideas
