The Whole World Is A Series Of

Everything You Look At Can Become A Fairy Tale And You Can Get A Story From Everything You Touch.

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. A Door Was Suddenly Opened, The Draught Caught The Little Dancer And She Fluttered Like A Sylph, Straight Into The Fire, To The Soldier, Blazed Up And Was Gone! By This Time The Soldier Was Reduced To A Mere Lump, And When The Maid Took Away The Ashes Next Morning She Found Him, In The Shape Of A Small Tin Heart. All That Was Left Of The Dancer Was Her Spangle, And That Was Burnt As Black As A Coal.

Travelling Expands The Mind Rarely.

How Little Do The Wisest Among Us Know Of That Which Is So Important To Us All.

Every Step You Take Will Feel As If You Were Treading Upon Knife Blades So Sharp That Blood Must Flow. I Am Willing To Help You, But Are You Willing To Suffer All This?" "yes," The Little Mermaid Said In A Trembling Voice, As She Thought Of The Prince And Of Gaining A Human Soul.