I Covet Honour In The Same Way

At First She Was Overjoyed That He Would Be With Her, But Then She Recalled That Human People Could Not Live Under The Water, And He Could Only Visit Her Father's Palace As A Dead Man.

Each Time I Think That The Song Is Ended ... Something Higher And Better Begins For Me.

I Have Gone Through The Most Terrible Affair That Could Possibly Happen; Only Imagine, My Shadow Has Gone Mad; I Suppose Such A Poor, Shallow Brain, Could Not Bear Much; He Fancies That He Has Become A Real Man, And That I Am His Shadow.

A Human Life Is A Story Told By God.

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.