Travelling Expands The Mind Rarely.

But A Mermaid Has No Tears, And Therefore She Suffers So Much More.

I Never Dreamed Of So Much Happiness When I Was The Ugly Duckling!

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.

Far Out In The Ocean, Where The Water Is As Blue As The Prettiest Cornflower, And As Clear As Crystal, It Is Very, Very Deep; So Deep, Indeed, That No Cable Could Fathom It: Many Church Steeples, Piled One Upon Another, Would Not Reach From The Ground Beneath To The Surface Of The Water Above. There Dwell The Sea King And His Subjects.

Every Step You Take Will Feel As If You Were Treading Upon Knife Blades So Sharp That Blood Must Flow. I Am Willing To Help You, But Are You Willing To Suffer All This?" "yes," The Little Mermaid Said In A Trembling Voice, As She Thought Of The Prince And Of Gaining A Human Soul.