To Be Of Use To

The Naive Was Only A Part Of My Fairy Tales; Humour Was The Real Salt In Them.

Life Is Like A Beautiful Melody, Only The Lyrics Are Messed Up.

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

In The Middle Of A Garden Grew A Rose Tree; It Was Full Of Roses, And In The Loveliest Of Them All Lived An Elf. He Was So Tiny That No Human Eye Could See Him. He Had A Snug Little Room Behind Every Petal Of The Rose. He Was As Well Made And As Perfect As Any Human Child, And He Had Wings Reaching From His Shoulders To His Feet. Oh, What A Delicious Scent There Was In His Room, And How Lovely And Transparent The Walls Were, For They Were Palest Pink, Rose Petals.

Death Walks Faster Than The Wind And Never Returns What He Has Taken.