through the loveliness and power of her dream world she was now, in her old frock and botched shoes, very likely the loveliest, mightiest and most dangerous person on earth

It is not a bad thing in a tale that you understand only half of it.

Within our whole universe the story only has the authority to answer that cry of heart of its characters, that one cry of heart of each of them: "Who am I?"

Through all the world there goes one long cry from the heart of the artist: Give me a chance to do my best.

I will not let thee go, except thou bless me.

There are things which cannot be carried through even with the good will of everybody concerned

The entire being of a woman is a secret which should be kept.