I want you to leave the real garden and let me try and teach you how beautiful the garden of fancies may become." She sighed.
"Alas!" she said, "it is because I may not come and live always in that fairy garden that I am going to send you away." "Don't!" he pleaded,--"not altogether, at any rate.

Life is so short, so pitifully incomplete.

We live through so many epochs and each epoch has its own personality.

It was not I who married Ellen.

It was Burton, the auctioneer's clerk.