She carried within herself a great fund of life, and her deepest enjoyment was to feel the continuity between the movement of her own heart and the a… - Henry James

And her deepest enjoyment was to feel the continuity between the movements of her own soul and the agitations of the world.

This was the sound he cherished when alone in the stillness of his rooms. He sought and guarded the stillness, so that it might prevail there till the inevitable sounds of life, once more, comparatively coarse and harsh, should smother and deaden it — doubtless by the same process with which they would officiously heal the ache in his soul that was somehow one with it.

It was as if, at moments, we were perpetually coming into sight of subjects before which we must stop short, turning suddenly out of alleys that we perceived to be blind, closing with a little bang that made us look at each other — for, like all bangs, it was something louder than we had intended— the doors we had indiscreetly opened.

A swift carriage, of a dark night, rattling with four horses over roads that one can’t see — that’s my idea of happiness.