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.

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.

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.

Just living is not enough... one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.

I covet honour in the same way as a miser covets gold.

Every step you take will feel as if you were treading upon knife blades so sharp that blood must flow. I am willing to help you, but are you willing to suffer all this?" "Yes," the little mermaid said in a trembling voice, as she thought of the Prince and of gaining a human soul.

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