Jarvo and Akko, the adieux to whom had been every one's sole regret in leaving the island, had miraculously found their way to the king and his party in their flight, and were despatched to Mount Khalak for such of their belongings as they could collect, and the island sovereign was well content.
"Ah well now," he had just observed, languidly surveying the tropical horizon through a cool glass of winking amber bubbles, "one must learn that to touch is far more delicate than to lift.

It is more wonderful to have been the king of one moment than the ruler of many.

It is better to have stood for an instant upon a rainbow than to have taken a morning walk through a field of clouds.

The principle has long been understood, but few have had--shall I say the courage ?--to practise it.

Yet 'courage' is a term from-the-shoulder, and what I require is a word of finger-tips, over-tones, ultra-rays--a word for the few who understand that to leave a thing is more exquisite than to outwear it.