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.

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

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.

I'm Death, and I make sure that everyone is equal.

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

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!