He gave her his heart. She took it and placed it quietly in the pocket of her gown. No one observed what she did.

I was told once by some country people that a magician should never tell his dreams because the telling will make them come true. But I say that is great nonsense.

But, though French, she was also very brave.

..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.

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

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.

It has been remarked (by a lady infinitely cleverer than the present author) how kindly disposed the world in general feels to young people who either die or marry.