You run a grave risk, my boy," said the magician, "of being turned into a piece of bread, and toasted.

I will tell you something else, King, which may be a surprise for you. It will not happen for hundreds of years, but both of us are to come back.

Cavall came simply, and gave him his heart and soul.

...All endeavours which are directed to a purely worldly end...contain within themselves the germs of their own corruption.

She hardly ever thought of him. He had worn a place for himself in some corner of her heart, as a sea shell, always boring against the rock, might do. The making of the place had been her pain. But now the shell was safely in the rock. It was lodged, and ground no longer.

But there was a time when each of us stood naked before the world, confronting life as a serious problem with which we were intimately and passionately concerned... There was a time when Free Love versus Catholic Morality was a question of as much importance to our hot bodies as if a pistol had been clapped to our heads. Further back, there were times when we wondered with all our souls what the world was, what love was, what we were ourselves.

Perhaps we all give the best of our hearts uncritically--to those who hardly think about us in return.