Every Man's Life Is A Fairy Tale

The Naive Was Only A Part Of My Fairy Tales; Humour Was The Real Salt In Them.

Some Are Created For Beauty, And Some For Use; And There Are Some Which One Can Do Without Altogether.

At First She Was Overjoyed That He Would Be With Her, But Then She Recalled That Human People Could Not Live Under The Water, And He Could Only Visit Her Father's Palace As A Dead Man.

‎"does All The Beauty Of The World Stop When You Die?" "no," Said The Old Oak; "it Will Last Much Longer - Longer Than I Can Even Think Of." "well, Then," Said The Little May-fly, "we Have The Same Time To Live; Only We Reckon Differently.

But A Mermaid Has No Tears, And Therefore She Suffers So Much More.