The Complete Fairy Tales

had a poor, helpless, rudimentary spleen of a conscience left, just enough to make her uncomfortable, and therefore more wicked.

He was but a spark of the sun, in himself nothing.

The courage he had had was in no sense his own—he had only had courage, not been courageous;

"There are very few things good enough to be true," said Diamond; "but I hope this is.

So here was a wall that would let through no moonshine.

What was darkness or the laziness of Time's feet to one who had seen what she had that night seen? She was lifted above all weariness—above all wrong.

Yet in one respect they were of more value far than hers: the king bought Rosamond's with his money; Agnes's father made hers with his hands.

He was no longer the man he had known, or rather thought himself.

it had made common things disclose the wonderful that was in them. "The same applies to all arts as well,"