Eighty Percent Of Our Criminals Come From

Far Away, Where The Swallows Take Refuge In Winter, Lived A King Who Had Eleven Sons And One Daughter, Elise. The Eleven Brothers--they Were All Princes--used To Go To School With Stars On Their Breasts And Swords At Their Sides. They Wrote Upon Golden Slates With Diamond Pencils, And Could Read Just As Well Without A Book As With One, So There Was No Mistake About Their Being Princes. Their Sister Elise Sat Upon A Little Footstool Of Looking-glass, And She Has A Picture-book Which Had Cost The Half Of A Kingdom. Oh, These Children Were Very Happy; But It Was Not To Last Thus Forever.

I Covet Honour In The Same Way As A Miser Covets Gold.

I Know What You Want. It Is Very Stupid Of You, But You Shall Have Your Way, And It Will Bring You To Sorrow, My Pretty Princess. - The Sea Witch.

But Shouldn't All Of Us On Earth Give The Best We Have To Others And Offer Whatever Is In Our Power?

She Laughed And Danced With The Thought Of Death In Her Heart.