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.

Brave soldier, never fear. Even though your death is near.

We haven't yet got eyes that can gaze into all the splendour that God has created, but we shall get them one day; and that will be the finest fairy tale of all, for we shall be in it ourselves.

It is the power of thought that gives man power over nature.

I covet honour in the same way as a miser covets gold.

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

Nothing is too high for a man to reach, but he must climb with care and confidence