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Happy domestic life is like a beautiful summer’s evening; the heart is filled with peace; and everything around derives a peculiar glory.

Hans Christian Andersen

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
She laughed and danced with the thought of death in her heart.
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Heart Laugh Thoughts Of Death
Just living is not enough… one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.
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Flower Nature Philosophical
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
He looked at the little maiden, and she looked at him; and he felt that he was melting away, but he still managed to keep himself erect, shouldering his gun bravely.
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Gun Heart Morning
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
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.
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Different Men Mind Precular
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 thought, “He whom I love more than my father or mother, he of whom I am always thinking, and in whose hands I would so willingly trust my lifelong happiness.
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Father Happen Mother Winning
Don’t ask me how I am! I understand nothing more!
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Ask Me More Understanding
A human life is a story told by God.
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Condolences Grief Human Life Sympathy
The wiser a man becomes, the more he will read, and those who are wisest read most.
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Men Wiser Wisest
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 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
I cannot bear it longer! Now, I know what it is to have a visit from one’s old thoughts, with what they may bring with them! I have had a visit from mine, and you may be sure it is no pleasant thing in the end; I was at last about to jump down from the drawers.
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Longer Old Pleasant Sure Thoughts
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