“Your description of the impudent Cambridge winter, however, is vivid–with the earth like a stone and the sky like a feather. Here the earth is like a Persian rug–a hearth-rug, well besprinkled with soot.”
Henry James, letter to W. D. Howells (London, December 5, 1880)
“Besides, anything sad that happens to you always seems to me sadder than the same thing happening to anyone else.”
Henry James, letter to Grace Norton (February 23, 1884)