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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.

Hans Christian Andersen

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
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
Well, it’s not so easy to give an answer when you ask a stupid question!
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Answers Giving Stupid
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
Just living is not enough… one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.
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Flower Nature Philosophical
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
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
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
A human life is a story told by God.
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Condolences Grief Human Life Sympathy
Each time I think that the song is ended … something higher and better begins for me.
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Higher Song Thinking
It is out of reality that the most peculiar tale of all is born … Some call me the Elder Granny, others – the Dryad, but my real name is Memory. It is I who sits on a tree that keeps on growing, and growing, it is I who reminisces and tells stories.
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Memories Names Real
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
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
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