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.

How often when we are comfortable, we begin to long for something new!

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.

He who is too well off is always longing for something new.

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

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.

Turn back, turn back,thou pretty bride, Within this house thou must not abide. For here do evil things betide.