This is a very grave matter, punishable by...well, I do not exactly know what, but something rather severe, I should imagine.

The governess was not much liked in the village. She was too tall, too fond of books, too grave, and, a curious thing, never smiled unless there was something to smile at.

He smiles but rarely and watches other men to see when they laugh and then does the same.

I mean that two of any thing is a most uncomfortable number. One may do as he pleases. Six may get along well enough. But two must always struggle for mastery. Two must always watch each other. The eyes of all the world will be on two, uncertain which of them to follow.

Magic, madam, is like wine and, if you are not used to it, it will make you drunk.

..The argument he was conducting with his neighbor as to whether the English magician had gone mad because he was a magician, or because he was English.

It would need someone very remarkable to recover your name, Stephen, someone of rare perspicacity, with extraordinary talents and incomparable nobility of character. Me, in fact.