The Complete Fairy Tales

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

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

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.

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

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

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.

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

But he soon found that amongst the Shadows a man must learn never to be surprised at anything; for if he does not, he will soon grow quite stupid, in consequence of the endless recurrence of surprises.

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