I Covet Honour In The Same Way

To Move, To Breathe, To Fly, To Float, To Gain All While You Give, To Roam The Roads Of Lands Remote, To Travel Is To Live.

The Sun Shines Upon Good And Bad Alike.

Being Born In A Duck Yard Does Not Matter, If Only You Are Hatched From A Swan's Egg.

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.

Everything You Look At Can Become A Fairy Tale And You Can Get A Story From Everything You Touch.