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

It is the power of thought that gives man power over nature.

She thought, "He whom I love more than my father or mother, he of whom I am always thinking, and in whose hands I would so willingly trust my lifelong happiness. I dare do anything to win him and to gain an immortal soul.

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

It is out of reality that the most peculiar tale of all is born ... Some call me the Elder Granny, others - the Dryad, but my real name is Memory. It is I who sits on a tree that keeps on growing, and growing, it is I who reminisces and tells stories.

The wiser a man becomes, the more he will read, and those who are wisest read most.