She laughed and danced with the thought of death in her heart.

It was clear to me, as I glanced back over my earlier life, that a loving Providence watched over me, that all was directed for me by a higher power.

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

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

In the days of Moses and the prophets such a man would have been counted among the wise men of the land; in the Middle Ages he would have been burned at the stake.

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

Farewell, farewell," said the swallow, with a heavy heart, as he left the warm countries, to fly back into Denmark. There he had a nest over the window of a house in which dwelt the writer of fairy tales. The swallow sang "Tweet, tweet," and from his song came the whole story.