Mermaids Have No Tears, And So They

But The Emperor Has Nothing At All On!

Well, Yes: People Write Poems When They Are In Love, But A Wise Man Will Not Print Them.

To Travel Is To Live.

To Travel Is To Live.

Sharp Knives Seemed To Cut Her Delicate Feet, Yet She Hardly Felt Them, So Deep Was The Pain In Her Heart. She Could Not Forget That This Was The Last Night She Would Ever See The One For Whom She Had Left Her Home And Family, Had Given Up Her Beautiful Voice, And Had Day By Day Endured Unending Torment, Of Which He Knew Nothing At All. An Eternal Night Awaited Her.