Don't ask me how I am! I understand nothing more!

Many, many steeples would have to be stacked one on top of another to reach from the bottom to the surface of the sea.

Well, yes: people write poems when they are in love, but a wise man will not print them.

Enjoy life. There's plenty of time to be dead.

Travelling expands the mind rarely.

Every step you take will feel as if you were treading upon knife blades so sharp that blood must flow. I am willing to help you, but are you willing to suffer all this?" "Yes," the little mermaid said in a trembling voice, as she thought of the Prince and of gaining a human soul.

Then she saw a star fall, leaving behind it a bright streak of fire. “Someone is dying,” thought the little girl, for her old grandmother, the only one who had ever loved her, and who was now dead, had told her that when a star falls, a soul was going up to God.