I Covet Honour In The Same Way

Eighty Percent Of Our Criminals Come From Unsympathetic Homes.

Life Is Like A Beautiful Melody, Only The Lyrics Are Messed Up.

It Is Out Of Reality That The Most Peculiar Tale Of All Is Born ... Some Call Me The Elder Granny, Others - The Dryad, But My Real Name Is Memory. It Is I Who Sits On A Tree That Keeps On Growing, And Growing, It Is I Who Reminisces And Tells Stories.

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.

How Little Do The Wisest Among Us Know Of That Which Is So Important To Us All.