you shall tie the marriage knot with the ropemaker's daughter and the cawing of the crows will be your wedding song.

Love is like death, it must come to us all, but to each his own unique way and time, sometimes it will be avoided, but never can it be cheated, and never will it be forgotten.

Then up he got with a light heart, free from all his troubles, and walked on till he reached his mother's house, and told her how very easy the road to good luck was.

They were indeed great rascals, and belonged to that class of people who find things before they are lost.

Some men are born to good luck: all they do or try to do comes right—all that falls to them is so much gain—all their geese are swans—all their cards are trumps—toss them which way you will, they will always, like poor puss, alight upon their legs, and only move on so much the faster. The world may very likely not always think of them as they think of themselves, but what care they for the world? what can it know about the matter?

Evil is also not anything small or close to home, and not the worst; otherwise one could grow accustomed to it.

She'll sting you one day, Oh, ever so gently, so you hardly ever feel it. 'til you fall dead.