Some Are Created For Beauty, And Some

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.

I Covet Honour In The Same Way As A Miser Covets Gold.

I Only Appear To Be Dead.

Now, If We Only Had As Many Casks Of Butter As There Are People Here, Then I Would Eat Lots Of Butter!

Mermaids Have No Tears, And So They Suffer All The More.