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

But the Emperor has nothing at all on!

I have gone through the most terrible affair that could possibly happen; only imagine, my shadow has gone mad; I suppose such a poor, shallow brain, could not bear much; he fancies that he has become a real man, and that I am his shadow.

Life itself is the most wonderful fairy tale.

Death walks faster than the wind and never returns what he has taken.

Nothing is too high for a man to reach, but he must climb with care and confidence

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.