Occupation: Author Birth: April 2, 1805 Death: August 4, 1875
Most of the people who will walk after me will be children, so make the beat keep time with short steps..
Death walks faster than the wind and never returns what he has taken..
Almighty God, thee only have I; thou steerest my fate, I must give myself up to thee! Give me a livelihood! Give me a bride! My blood wants love, as ….
Farewell, farewell," said the swallow, with a heavy heart, as he left the warm countries, to fly back into Denmark. There he had a nest over the wind….
Every time a good child dies, an angel of God comes down to earth. He takes the child in his arms, spreads out his great white wings, and flies with ….
Happy domestic life is like a beautiful summer's evening; the heart is filled with peace; and everything around derives a peculiar glory..
Sharp knives seemed to cut her delicate feet, yet she hardly felt them, so deep was the pain in her heart. She could not forget that this was the las….
I have shed pewter tears! It is too melancholy! Rather let me go to the wars and lose arms and legs! It would at least be a change. I cannot bear it ….
"Does all the beauty of the world stop when you die?" "No," said the Old Oak; "it will last much longer - longer than I can even think of." "Well, t….
Every town, like every man, has its own countenance; they have a common likeness and yet are different; one keeps in his mind all their peculiar touc….
One cannot quite trust the word of potted flowers," thought the butterfly; "they have too much to do with men..
But the Emperor has nothing at all on!.
Now, if we only had as many casks of butter as there are people here, then I would eat lots of butter!.
Some are created for beauty, and some for use; and there are some which one can do without altogether..
Each soldier was the living image of the others, but there was one who was a bit different. He had only one leg, for he was the last to be cast and t….
Don't ask me how I am! I understand nothing more!.