A heart is a sort of degree conferred by Providence on those who have passed a certain examination.

Magic people are only freshmen in our college, and it is useless for us--secure in the possession of many learned letters after our names--to despise them.
They will become sophisticated in due course.
"How d'you mean--heart ?" asked the witch therefore.

"I've still got an awful hunger inside me, if that's anything to do with it.

I'll tell you what.

It's Wednesday.