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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

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
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
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
I have gone through the most terrible affair that could possibly happen; only imagine, my shadow has gone mad; I suppose such a poor, shallow brain, could not bear much; he fancies that he has become a real man, and that I am his shadow.
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Mad Men Possibly Real Shadow Support
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
Well, it’s not so easy to give an answer when you ask a stupid question!
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Answers Giving Stupid
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
Brave soldier, never fear. Even though your death is near.
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Brave Brave Soldiers Soldier
Each time I think that the song is ended … something higher and better begins for me.
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Higher Song Thinking
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
The wiser a man becomes, the more he will read, and those who are wisest read most.
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Men Wiser Wisest
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
A human life is a story told by God.
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Condolences Grief Human Life Sympathy
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
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
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