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Well, yes: people write poems when they are in love, but a wise man will not print them.

Hans Christian Andersen

Time is so fleeting that if we do not remember God in our youth, age may find us incapable of thinking of him.
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Age Fleeting Thinking
Human beings, on the contrary, have a soul which lives forever, lives after the body has been turned to dust. It rises up through the clear, pure air beyond the glittering stars.
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Air Clear Dust Glitter Stars
Just living is not enough… one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.
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Flower Nature Philosophical
She laughed and danced with the thought of death in her heart.
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Heart Laugh Thoughts Of Death
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.
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Dead Father Human Men People
Each time I think that the song is ended … something higher and better begins for me.
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Higher Song Thinking
To move, to breathe, to fly, to float, To gain all while you give, To roam the roads of lands remote, To travel is to live.
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Inspirational Moving Travel
Well, it’s not so easy to give an answer when you ask a stupid question!
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Answers Giving Stupid
Don’t ask me how I am! I understand nothing more!
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Ask Me More Understanding
Almighty God, thee only have I; thou steerest my fate, I must give myself up to thee! Give me a livelihood! Give me a bride! My blood wants love, as my heart does!
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Blood Fate Heart Street
A mermaid has not an immortal soul, nor can she obtain one unless she wins the love of a human being. On the power of another hangs her eternal destiny.
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Destiny Eternal Mermaid Winning
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.
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Mad Men Possibly Real Shadow Support
Then she saw a star fall, leaving behind it a bright streak of fire. “Someone is dying,” thought the little girl, for her old grandmother, the only one who had ever loved her, and who was now dead, had told her that when a star falls, a soul was going up to God.
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Fall Girl Grandmother Someone Stars
Happy domestic life is like a beautiful summer’s evening; the heart is filled with peace; and everything around derives a peculiar glory.
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Beautiful Glory Happiness Summer
Some are created for beauty, and some for use; and there are some which one can do without altogether.
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Altogether Beauty Created Some
Well, yes: people write poems when they are in love, but a wise man will not print them.
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Men Wise Writing