I only ask to be free. The butterflies are free.

This reminds me, Godmother, to ask you a serious question. You are as wise as wise can be (having been brought up by the fairies), and you can tell me this: Is it better to have had a good thing and lost it, or never to have had it?

There are only two styles of portrait painting; the serious and the smirk.

Vices are sometimes only virtues carried to excess!

All the butterflies and cockyolybirds would fly past me.

The whole difference between construction and creation is exactly this: that a thing constructed can only be loved after it is constructed; but a thing created is loved before it exists.