Well, well, Henry James is pretty good, though he is of the nineteenth century, and that glaringly.
Man is a creature who lives not upon bread alone, but principally by catchwords.
You can forgive people who do not follow you through a philosophical disquisition; but to find your wife laughing when you had tears in your eyes, or staring when you were in a fit of laughter, would go some way towards a dissolution of the marriage.
In marriage, a man becomes slack and selfish, and undergoes a fatty degeneration of his moral being.
Some people swallow the universe like a pill; they travel on through the world, like smiling images pushed from behind.
For God's sake give me the young man who has brains enough to make a fool of himself!
I never weary of great churches. It is my favourite kind of mountain scenery. Mankind was never so happily inspired as when it made a cathedral.
Each has his own tree of ancestors, but at the top of all sits Probably Arboreal.
I have done my fiddling so long under Vesuvius that I have almost forgotten to play, and can only wait for the eruption and think it long of coming. Literally no man has more wholly outlived life than I. And still it's good fun.
Marriage is one long conversation, chequered by disputes.