A man who pretends to understand women is ad manners. For him to really to understand them is bad morals.
An Englishman's never so natural as when he's holding his tongue.
Be not afraid of life. Believe that life is worth living, and your belief will help create the fact.
Cats and monkeys; monkeys and cats; all human life is there.
Deep experience is never peaceful.
Do not mind anything that anyone tells you about anyone else. Judge everyone and everything for yourself.
Everything about Florence seems to be colored with a mild violet, like diluted wine.
Experience is never limited, and it is never complete; it is an immense sensibility, a kind of huge spider-web of the finest silken threads suspended in the chamber of consciousness, and catching every air-borne particle in its tissue.
He is outside of everything, and alien everywhere. He is an aesthetic solitary. His beautiful, light imagination is the wing that on the autumn evening just brushes the dusky window.
However British you may be, I am more British still.
I adore adverbs; they are the only qualifications I really much respect.
I hate American simplicity. I glory in the piling up of complications of every sort. If I could pronounce the name James in any different or more elaborate way I should be in favor of doing it.
I hate American simplicity. I glory in the piling up of complications of every sort. If I could pronounce the name James in any different or more elaborate way I should be in favour of doing it.
I hold any writer sufficiently justified who is himself in love with his theme.
I think I don't regret a single 'excess' of my responsive youth-I only regret, in my chilled age, certain occasions and possibilities I didn't embrace.
I've always been interested in people, but I've never liked them.
Ideas are, in truth, force.
If 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.
In art economy is always beauty.
In museums and palaces we are alternate radicals and conservatives.
It is art that makes life, makes interest, makes importance... and I know of no substitute whatever for the force and beauty of its process.
It is, I think, an indisputable fact that Americans are, as Americans, the most self-conscious people in the world, and the most addicted to the belief that the other nations of the earth are in a conspiracy to under value them.
It takes a great deal of history to produce a little literature.
It takes an endless amount of history to make even a little tradition.
It's a complex fate, being an American, and one of the responsibilities it entails is fighting against a superstitious valuation of Europe.
Life is a predicament which precedes death.
Live all you can; it's a mistake not to. It doesn't so much matter what you do in particular, so long as you have your life. If you haven't had that what have you had?
Money's a horrid thing to follow, but a charming thing to meet.
One might enumerate the items of high civilization, as it exists in other countries, which are absent from the texture of American life, until it should become a wonder to know what was left.
People talk about the conscience, but it seems to me one must just bring it up to a certain point and leave it there. You can let your conscience alone if you're nice to the second housemaid.
Summer afternoon, summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.
The face of nature and civilization in this our country is to a certain point a very sufficient literary field. But it will yield its secrets only to a really grasping imagination. To write well and worthily of American things one need even more than elsewhere to be a master.
The only obligation to which in advance we may hold a novel, without incurring the accusation of being arbitrary, is that it be interesting.
The only reason for the existence of a novel is that it does attempt to represent life.
The only success worth one's powder was success in the line of one's idiosyncrasy... what was talent but the art of being completely whatever one happened to be?
The right time is any time that one is still so lucky as to have.
The superiority of one man's opinion over another's is never so great as when the opinion is about a woman.
There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea.
There are two kinds of taste, the taste for emotions of surprise and the taste for emotions of recognition.
Though there are some disagreeable things in Venice there is nothing so disagreeable as the visitors.
Three things in human life are important. The first is to be kind. The second is to be kind. And the third is to be kind.
To criticize is to appreciate, to appropriate, to take intellectual possession, to establish in fine a relation with the criticized thing and to make it one's own.
To kill a human being is, after all, the least injury you can do him.
Under certain circumstances there are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea.
We work n the dark - we do what we can - we give what we have. Our doubt is our passion and our passion is our task. The rest is the madness of art.
What is character but the determination of incident? What is incident but the illustration of character?
Young men of this class never do anything for themselves that they can get other people to do for them, and it is the infatuation, the devotion, the superstition of others that keeps them going. These others in ninety-nine cases out of a hundred are women.
He wrote three books autobiographical books, A Small Boy and Others (1913), Notes of a Son and Brother (1914) and The Middle Years (unfinished at his death, published 1917).
His first short story, A Tragedy of Error (1864), was published anonymously.
He was the brother of philosopher and psychologist William James.
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