But A Mermaid Has No Tears, And

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

Travelling Expands The Mind Rarely.

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.

The Sun Shines Upon Good And Bad Alike.

Travelling Expands The Mind Rarely.