‎"Does all the beauty of the world stop when you die?" "No," said the Old Oak; "it will last much longer - longer than I can even think of." "Well, then," said the little May-fly, "we have the same time to live; only we reckon differently.

The naive was only a part of my fairy tales; humour was the real salt in them.

Eighty percent of our criminals come from unsympathetic homes.

Life itself is the most wonderful fairy tale.

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

He found whole figures which represented a written word; but he never could manage to represent just the word he wanted - that word was 'eternity', and the Snow Queen had said, "If you can discover that figure, you shall be your own master, and I will make you a present of the whole world and a pair of new skates." But he could not find it out.

To travel is to live.