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

Where words fail, music speaks.

But shouldn't all of us on earth give the best we have to others and offer whatever is in our power?

But the Emperor has nothing at all on!

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

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.

I have shed pewter tears! It is too melancholy! Rather let me go to the wars and lose arms and legs! It would at least be a change. I cannot bear it longer! Now, I know what it is to have a visit from one's old thoughts, with what they may bring with them! I have had a visit from mine, and you may be sure it is no pleasant thing in the end; I was at last about to jump down from the drawers.