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

Every man's life is a fairy tale written by God's fingers.

Then he rustled his feathers, curved his slender neck, and cried joyfully, from the depths of his heart, 'I never dreamed of such happiness as this, while I was an ugly duckling.

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

I never dreamed of so much happiness when I was the Ugly Duckling!

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.