Hans Christian Andersen

"Just living is not enough," said the butterfly, "one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower."

"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."

"Life is like a beautiful melody, only the lyrics are messed up."

"Death continued to stare at the emperor with his cold, hollow eyes, and the room was fearfully still. Suddenly there came through the open window the sound of sweet music. Outside, on the bough of a t…"

"But he has nothing on at all," said a little child at last. "Good heavens! listen to the voice of an innocent child," said the father, and one whispered to the other what the child had said. "But he h…"

"Under each arm he carries an umbrella; one of them, with pictures on the inside, he spreads over the good children, and then they dream the most beautiful stories the whole night. But the other umbrel…"

"I can give her no greater power than she has already," said the woman; "don't you see how strong that is? How men and animals are obliged to serve her, and how well she has got through the world, bare…"

"Every time a good child dies, an angel of God comes down to earth. He takes the child in his arms, spreads out his great white wings, and flies with it all over the places the child loved on earth. Th…"