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The naive was only a part of my fairy tales; humour was the real salt in them.

Hans Christian Andersen

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
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
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
I have shed pewter tears! It is too melancholy! Rather let me go to the wars and lose arms and legs! It would at least be a change.
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Change Legs Tears War
A human life is a story told by God.
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Condolences Grief Human Life Sympathy
I know what you want. It is very stupid of you, but you shall have your way, and it will bring you to sorrow, my pretty princess. – The sea witch.
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Princess Sea Stupid
The sun shines upon good and bad alike.
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Bad Good Shining Sun
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
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
Each time I think that the song is ended … something higher and better begins for me.
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Higher Song Thinking
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
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
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
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
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