If I were younger, I'd know more.

If you cannot teach me to fly, teach me to sing.

If I were younger, I'd know more.

That is ever the way. Tis all jealousy to the bride and good wishes to the corpse.

You need not be sorry for her. She was one of the kind that likes to grow up. In the end she grew up of her own free will a day quicker than the other girls.

Tink was not all bad: or, rather, she was all bad just now, but, on the other hand, sometimes she was all good. Fairies have to be one thing or the other, because being so small they unfortunately have room for one feeling only at a time. They are, however, allowed to change, only it must be a complete change.

It was dreadful the way all the three were looking at him, just as if they did not admire him.