Wherever you go, madam, it will matter little what you carry. You will always carry your goodness. - Henry James

Summer afternoon — summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.

"I could only get on at all by taking "nature" into my confidence and my account, by treating my monstrous ordeal as a push in a direction unusual, of course, and unpleasant, but demanding, after all, for a fair front, only another turn of the screw of ordinary human virtue."

I remember the whole beginning as a succession of flights and drops, a little seesaw of the right throbs and the wrong.