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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

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
Every town, like every man, has its own countenance; they have a common likeness and yet are different; one keeps in his mind all their peculiar touches.
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Different Men Mind Precular
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
He looked at the little maiden, and she looked at him; and he felt that he was melting away, but he still managed to keep himself erect, shouldering his gun bravely.
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Gun Heart Morning
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 wiser a man becomes, the more he will read, and those who are wisest read most.
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Men Wiser Wisest
Just living is not enough… one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.
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Flower Nature Philosophical
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
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
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
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
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
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