Henry James

For general uncanny ugliness and horror and pain.

“My father ain’t in Europe; my father’s in a better place than Europe.”

Under certain circumstances there are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea.

“Good for what?” asked the Doctor. “You are good for nothing unless you are clever.”

Goodness, when it’s real, precisely, rather keeps people in.

She tried to be sad, so as not to be angry; but it made her angry that she couldn’t be sad.

What one loses one loses; make no mistake about that.

Well, I was, strangely, at the helm!

“I have always had,” she said, “a great deal of gentlemen’s society.”

Her imagination was by habit ridiculously active; when the door was not open it jumped out of the window.

Mrs. Penniman had never had a lover, but her brother, who was very shrewd, understood her turn of mind.

“Well, I’ll keep it for you.”

Those who knew him a little said, “How he does dress!”⁠—those who knew him better said, “How does he?”

Her husband had held his tongue and had made a large income; and these were in especial the achievements as to which Strether envied him.

Well, I needed to be remarkable to offer a front to the remarkable things that presently gave their first sign.

Winterbourne was almost grateful for having found the formula that applied to Miss Daisy Miller.

Yes, I’m afraid of suffering. But I’m not afraid of ghosts.

In reality she was the softest creature in the world.

“Of course it’s exquisite. That’s the danger.”

They did that without tasting.