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

Now, if we only had as many casks of butter as there are people here, then I would eat lots of butter!

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.

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

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

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

How little do the wisest among us know of that which is so important to us all.