Some Are Created For Beauty, And Some

Human Beings, On The Contrary, Have A Soul Which Lives Forever, Lives After The Body Has Been Turned To Dust. It Rises Up Through The Clear, Pure Air Beyond The Glittering Stars.

Every Town, Like Every Man, Has Its Own Countenance; They Have A Common Likeness And Yet Are Different; One Keeps In His Mind All Their Peculiar Touches.

No, The Light Is Too Intense; We Do Not Yet Have Eyes That Can See All The Glory God Has Created. But Maybe Someday We Will Have Such Eyes. That Will Be The Most Wonderful Fairy Tale Of All, For We Ourselves Will Be Part Of It.

A Mermaid Has Not An Immortal Soul, Nor Can She Obtain One Unless She Wins The Love Of A Human Being. On The Power Of Another Hangs Her Eternal Destiny.

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