Enjoy life. There's plenty of time to be dead.

But a mermaid has no tears, and therefore she suffers so much more.

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.

Eighty percent of our criminals come from unsympathetic homes.

Enjoy life. There's plenty of time to be dead.

Then she saw a star fall, leaving behind it a bright streak of fire. “Someone is dying,” thought the little girl, for her old grandmother, the only one who had ever loved her, and who was now dead, had told her that when a star falls, a soul was going up to God.

Where words fail, music speaks.