I Only Appear To Be Dead.

Now, If We Only Had As Many Casks Of Butter As There Are People Here, Then I Would Eat Lots Of Butter!

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

Far Out In The Ocean, Where The Water Is As Blue As The Prettiest Cornflower, And As Clear As Crystal, It Is Very, Very Deep; So Deep, Indeed, That No Cable Could Fathom It: Many Church Steeples, Piled One Upon Another, Would Not Reach From The Ground Beneath To The Surface Of The Water Above. There Dwell The Sea King And His Subjects.

Death Walks Faster Than The Wind And Never Returns What He Has Taken.

When The Bird Of The Heart Begins To Sing, Too Often Will Reason Stop Up Her Ears.