Every Man's Life Is A Fairy Tale

I Would Give Gladly All The Hundreds Of Years That I Have To Live, To Be A Human Being Only For One Day, And To Have The Hope Of Knowing The Happiness Of That Glorious World Above The Stars.

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.

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

We Cannot Expect To Be Happy Always ... By Experiencing Evil As Well As Good We Become Wise.

One Cannot Quite Trust The Word Of Potted Flowers," Thought The Butterfly; "they Have Too Much To Do With Men.