The Wiser A Man Becomes, The More

Far Away, Where The Swallows Take Refuge In Winter, Lived A King Who Had Eleven Sons And One Daughter, Elise. The Eleven Brothers--they Were All Princes--used To Go To School With Stars On Their Breasts And Swords At Their Sides. They Wrote Upon Golden Slates With Diamond Pencils, And Could Read Just As Well Without A Book As With One, So There Was No Mistake About Their Being Princes. Their Sister Elise Sat Upon A Little Footstool Of Looking-glass, And She Has A Picture-book Which Had Cost The Half Of A Kingdom. Oh, These Children Were Very Happy; But It Was Not To Last Thus Forever.

If You Looked Down To The Bottom Of My Soul, You Would Understand Fully The Source Of My Longing And – Pity Me. Even The Open, Transparent Lake Has Its Unknown Depths, Which No Divers Know.

Brave Soldier, Never Fear. Even Though Your Death Is Near.

Where Words Fail, Music Speaks.

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