Maxioms by Hans Andersen
Thousands of lights were burning on the green branches, and gaily-colored pictures, such as she had seen in the shop-windows, read more
Thousands of lights were burning on the green branches, and gaily-colored pictures, such as she had seen in the shop-windows, looked down upon her. The little maiden stretched out her hands towards them when--the match went out. The lights of the Christmas tree rose higher and higher, she saw them now as stars in heaven . . .
Life itself is the most wonderful fairy tale.
Life itself is the most wonderful fairy tale.
Many, many steeples would have to be stacked one on top of another to reach from the bottom to the read more
Many, many steeples would have to be stacked one on top of another to reach from the bottom to the surface of the sea.
Most of the people who will walk after me will be children, so make the beat keep time with short read more
Most of the people who will walk after me will be children, so make the beat keep time with short steps.
Every man's life is a fairy tale written by God's fingers
Every man's life is a fairy tale written by God's fingers
