No house of any pretension to be called a palace is in the least worthy of the name, except it has a wood near it—very near it—and the nearer the better.

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 but a spark of the sun, in himself nothing.

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

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.

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

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

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

And now she saw Richard's path as he saw hers, and between the two sights they got on well.