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

The true poet, is like a man who's happy anywhere, in endless measure, if he's allowed to look at leaves and grass, to see the sun rise and set.

Chemistry is a gibberish of Latin and German; but in Leibig's hands it becomes a powerful language.

My mother, she killed me, My father, he ate me, My sister Marlene, Gathered all my bones, Tied them in a silken scarf, Laid them beneath the juniper tree, Tweet, tweet, what a beautiful bird am I.

In the olden days, when wishing still worked, there lived a king whose daughters were all beautiful, but the youngest daughter was so lovely that even the sun... was struck with wonder.

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

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