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

To move, to breathe, to fly, to float, To gain all while you give, To roam the roads of lands remote, To travel is to live.

Everything you look at can become a fairy tale and you can get a story from everything you touch.

Farewell, farewell," said the swallow, with a heavy heart, as he left the warm countries, to fly back into Denmark. There he had a nest over the window of a house in which dwelt the writer of fairy tales. The swallow sang "Tweet, tweet," and from his song came the whole story.

When the bird of the heart begins to sing, too often will reason stop up her ears.

To be of use to the world is the only way to be happy.

Now, if we only had as many casks of butter as there are people here, then I would eat lots of butter!