She Laughed And Danced With The Thought

She Thought, "he Whom I Love More Than My Father Or Mother, He Of Whom I Am Always Thinking, And In Whose Hands I Would So Willingly Trust My Lifelong Happiness. I Dare Do Anything To Win Him And To Gain An Immortal Soul.

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

Enjoy Life. There's Plenty Of Time 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!

Farewell, Farewell," Said The Swallow, With A Heavy Heart, As He Left The Warm Countries, To Fly Back Into Denmark. There He Had A Nest Over The Window Of A House In Which Dwelt The Writer Of Fairy Tales. The Swallow Sang "tweet, Tweet," And From His Song Came The Whole Story.