I Covet Honour In The Same Way

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

There Was Once A Bundle Of Matches, And They Were Frightfully Proud Because Of Their High Origin. Their Family Tree, That Is To Say The Great Pine Tree Of Which They Were Each A Little Splinter, Had Been The Giant Of The Forest.

Mermaids Have No Tears, And So They Suffer All The More.

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.

Travelling Expands The Mind Rarely.