Travelling Expands The Mind Rarely.

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

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.

The Sun Shines Upon Good And Bad Alike.

Being Born In A Duck Yard Does Not Matter, If Only You Are Hatched From A Swan's Egg.

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.