I Only Appear To Be Dead.

Well, It's Not So Easy To Give An Answer When You Ask A Stupid Question!

Then He Rustled His Feathers, Curved His Slender Neck, And Cried Joyfully, From The Depths Of His Heart, 'i Never Dreamed Of Such Happiness As This, While I Was An Ugly Duckling.

Every Town, Like Every Man, Has Its Own Countenance; They Have A Common Likeness And Yet Are Different; One Keeps In His Mind All Their Peculiar Touches.

When The Bird Of The Heart Begins To Sing, Too Often Will Reason Stop Up Her Ears.

Don't Ask Me How I Am! I Understand Nothing More!