To Travel Is To Live.

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

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

My Life Will Be The Best Illustration Of All My Work.

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.

How Little Do The Wisest Among Us Know Of That Which Is So Important To Us All.