Life is like a beautiful melody, only the lyrics are messed up.

She laughed and danced with the thought of death in her heart.

How little do the wisest among us know of that which is so important to us all.

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

Every town, like every man, has its own countenance; they have a common likeness and yet are different; one keeps in his mind all their peculiar touches.

Being born in a duck yard does not matter, if only you are hatched from a swan's egg.

But the Emperor has nothing at all on!