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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

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

Butter Many People
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
The sun shines upon good and bad alike.
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Bad Good Shining Sun
Well, it’s not so easy to give an answer when you ask a stupid question!
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Answers Giving Stupid
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
Don’t ask me how I am! I understand nothing more!
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Ask Me More Understanding
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
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
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
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
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
Enjoy life. There’s plenty of time to be dead.
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Enjoy Improvement Life Self
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
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
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
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.
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Country Farewell Over Song