Time is so fleeting that if we do not remember God in our youth, age may find us incapable of thinking of him.

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

Don't ask me how I am! I understand nothing more!

At first she was overjoyed that he would be with her, but then she recalled that human people could not live under the water, and he could only visit her father's palace as a dead man.

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

I only appear to be dead.

Travelling expands the mind rarely.