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

Far out in the ocean, where the water is as blue as the prettiest cornflower, and as clear as crystal, it is very, very deep; so deep, indeed, that no cable could fathom it: many church steeples, piled one upon another, would not reach from the ground beneath to the surface of the water above. There dwell the Sea King and his subjects.

Each soldier was the living image of the others, but there was one who was a bit different. He had only one leg, for he was the last to be cast and the tin had run out. Still, there he stood, just as steadfast on his one leg as the others on their two; and he is the tin soldier we are going to hear about.

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

The whole world is a series of miracles, but we're so used to them we call them ordinary things.

Brave soldier, never fear. Even though your death is near.

The naive was only a part of my fairy tales; humour was the real salt in them.