Yet still they flew on and on, higher and higher, till at last the mirror trembled so fearfully that it slipped from their hands and fell to the eart… - Hans Christian Andersen

At that, the wise man smiled and said, 'Has your trip really been all in vain? Are you not returning richer in knowledge?'
'Yes,' answered the prince, 'I have gained THIS knowledge, that contentment is a rare gift on this earth.'
'And I have learned,' said the princess, 'that to be contented, one needs nothing more than simply - to be contented!'
Whereupon the price took the princess's hand; they looked at each other with an expression at deepest love. And the wise man blessed them and said, 'In your own hearts, you have found the true talisman! Guard it carefully, and the evil spirit of discontentment shall never in all eternity have any power over you!

But the most beautiful sight of all is old Kronborg, and in a deep, dark cellar beneath it, where no one ever goes, sleeps Holger Danske. He is clad in iron and steel and rests his head on his strange arms; his long beard hangs down over the marble table and has grown through it. He sleeps and dreams, and in his dreams he sees all that happens here in Denmark. Every Christmas Eve one of God's angels comes to him and tells him that what he had dreamed is true; he may sleep again, for no real peril threatens Denmark. But should real danger come, old Holger Danske will rise in his fury, and the table itself will burst as he wrenches his beard from it, and the mighty blows he strikes for Denmark will be heard throughout the world.

Everyone's life is a fairy tale written by God's fingers.