The deepest quality of a work of art will always be the quality of the mind of the producer...No good novel will ever proceed from a superficial mind.
Henry JamesRead
I don't want everyone to like me; I should think less of myself if some people did.
Interpretation
The quote emphasizes the importance of self-worth over the desire for universal acceptance.
Henry James's quote conveys the idea that seeking approval from everyone can diminish one’s self-respect. It suggests that if one is liked by all, it may indicate a lack of depth or integrity in their character, and instead one should prioritize authenticity and self-regard over the superficial approval of others.
In practice
This quote is perfect for a motivational speech about self-acceptance.
The deepest quality of a work of art will always be the quality of the mind of the producer...No good novel will ever proceed from a superficial mind.
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His mouth opens. From inside him comes a slow stream, without breath, without interruption. It flows up through his body and out upon me; it passes through the cabin, through the wreck; washing the cliffs and shores of the island, it runs northward and southward to the ends of the earth. Soft and cold, dark and unending, it beats against my eyelids, against the skin of my face.
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