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…"

"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…"

"She again rubbed a match on the wall, and the light shone round her; in the brightness stood her old grandmother, clear and shining, yet mild and loving in her appearance. "Grandmother," cried the lit…"

"He felt himself melting away, but he still remained firm with his gun on his shoulder. Suddenly the door of the room flew open and the draught of air caught up the little dancer, she fluttered like a …"