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Now, if we only had as many casks of butter as there are people here, then I would eat lots of butter!

Hans Christian Andersen

Well, it’s not so easy to give an answer when you ask a stupid question!
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Answers Giving Stupid
The sun shines upon good and bad alike.
HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN

Bad Good Shining Sun
Brave soldier, never fear. Even though your death is near.
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Brave Brave Soldiers Soldier
We haven’t yet got eyes that can gaze into all the splendour that God has created, but we shall get them one day; and that will be the finest fairy tale of all, for we shall be in it ourselves.
HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN

Day Eye Fairy One Spiritual Talks
The naive was only a part of my fairy tales; humour was the real salt in them.
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Fairy Tale Real Salt
I would give gladly all the hundreds of years that I have to live, to be a human being only for one day, and to have the hope of knowing the happiness of that glorious world above the stars.
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Glorious Happiness Knowing Stars Years
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
She laughed and danced with the thought of death in her heart.
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Heart Laugh Thoughts Of Death
It was clear to me, as I glanced back over my earlier life, that a loving Providence watched over me, that all was directed for me by a higher power.
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Clear Higher Power Providence
Each time I think that the song is ended … something higher and better begins for me.
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Higher Song Thinking
Now, if we only had as many casks of butter as there are people here, then I would eat lots of butter!
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Butter Many People
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
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
And the Top spoke no more of his old love; for that dies away when the beloved objects has lain for five years in a roof gutter and got wet through; yes, one does not know her again when one meets her in the dust box.
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Dust Gutter Love Spoke Top Years
There was once a merchant who was so rich that he might have paved the whole street, and a little alley besides, with silver money. But he didn’t do it–he knew better how to use his money than that.
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Littles might Money Street Use
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.
HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN

Mad Men Possibly Real Shadow Support