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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.

Hans Christian Andersen

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
Being born in a duck yard does not matter, if only you are hatched from a swan’s egg.
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Duckling Eggs Swans Ugly
Just living is not enough… one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.
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Flower Nature Philosophical
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
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
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
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
The wiser a man becomes, the more he will read, and those who are wisest read most.
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Men Wiser Wisest
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
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
Enjoy life. There’s plenty of time to be dead.
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Enjoy Improvement Life Self
A human life is a story told by God.
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Condolences Grief Human Life Sympathy
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.
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Day Eye Fairy One Spiritual Talks
She laughed and danced with the thought of death in her heart.
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Heart Laugh Thoughts Of Death
Well, it’s not so easy to give an answer when you ask a stupid question!
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Answers Giving Stupid