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The Best Of Our Fiction Is By Novelists Who Allow That It Is As Good As They Can Give, And The Worst By Novelists Who Maintain That They Could Do Much Better If Only The Public Would Let Them.

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A Safe But Sometimes Chilly Way Of Recalling The Past Is To Force Open A Crammed Drawer. If You Are Searching For Anything In Particular You Don't Find It, But Something Falls Out At The Back That Is Often More Interesting.

You Canna Expect To Be Baith Grand And Comfortable.

The Praise That Comes From Love Does Not Make Us Vain, But More Humble.

Do You Believe In Fairies? Say Quick That You Believe. If You Believe, Clap Your Hands!

Every Living Thing Was Shunning Him. Poor Little Peter Pan, He Sat Down And Cried, And Even Then He Did Not Know That, For A Bird, He Was Sitting On His Wrong Part. It Is A Blessing That He Did Not Know, For Otherwise He Would Have Lost Faith In His Power To Fly, And The Moment You Doubt Whether You Can Fly, You Cease Forever To Be Able To Do It. The Reason Birds Can Fly And We Can't Is Simply That They Have Perfect Faith, For To Have Faith Is To Have Wings.

That Is Ever The Way. Tis All Jealousy To The Bride And Good Wishes To The Corpse.

Them That Has China Plates Themsel's Is The Maist Careful Not To Break The China Plates Of Others

Don't Have A Mother,' He Said. Not Only Had He No Mother, But He Had Not The Slightest Desire To Have One. He Thought Them Very Over-rated Persons.

Ambition It Is The Last Infirmity Of Noble Minds.

Can Anything Harm Us, Mother, After The Night-lights Are Lit?" Nothing, Precious," She Said; "they Are The Eyes A Mother Leaves Behind Her To Guard Her Children.

Do Not Pray For Easy Lives. Pray To Be Stronger Men. Do Not Pray For Tasks Equal To Your Powers. Pray For Powers Equal To Your Tasks. Then The Doing Of Your Work Shall Be No Miracle. But You Shall Be A Miracle. Every Day You Shall Wonder At Yourself, At The Richness Of Life Which Has Come To You By The Grace Of God. Not In Doing What You Like But In Liking What You Do Is The Secret Of Happiness.

She Liked His Tears So Much That She Put Out Her Beautiful Finger And Let Them Run Over It. Her Voice Was So Low That At First He Could Not Make Out What She Said. Then He Made It Out. She Was Saying That She Thought She Could Get Well Again If Children Believed In Fairies.

She Was A Lovely Lady, With A Romantic Mind And Such A Sweet Mocking Mouth. Her Romantic Mind Was Like The Tiny Boxes, One Within The Other, That Come From The Puzzling East, However Many You Discover There Is Always One More; And Her Sweet Mocking Mouth Had One Kiss On It That Wendy Could Never Get, Though There It Was, Perfectly Conspicuous In The Right-hand Corner.

Men's Second Childhood Begins When A Woman Gets A Hold Of Him.

If I Were Younger, I'd Know More.

Boy, Why Are You Crying?

There Could Not Have Been A Lovelier Sight; But There Was None To See It Except A Little Boy Who Was Staring In At The Window. He Had Ecstasies Innumerable That Other Children Can Never Know; But He Was Looking Through The Window At The One Joy From Which He Must Be For Ever Barred.

Times Have Changed Since A Certain Author Was Executed For Murdering His Publisher. They Say That When The Author Was On The Scaffold He Said Good-bye To The Minister And To The Reporters, And Then He Saw Some Publishers Sitting In The Front Row Below, And To Them He Did Not Say Good-bye. He Said Instead, "i'll See You Again."

Times Have Changed

Oh, God, If I Were Sure I Were To Die Tonight I Would Repent At Once. It Is The Commonest Prayer In All Languages.

All Children, Except One, Grow Up.

Next Year He Did Not Come For Her. She Waited In A New Frock Because The Old One Simply Would Not Meet, But He Never Came. "perhaps He Is Ill," Michael Said. "you Know He Is Never Ill." Michael Came Close To Her And Whispered, With A Shiver, "perhaps There Is No Such Person, Wendy!" And Then Wendy Would Have Cried If Michael Had Not Been Crying.

I Know I'm Not Clever But I'm Always Right.

Peter Was Not With Them For The Moment, And They Felt Rather Lonely Up There By Themselves. He Could Go So Much Faster Than They That He Would Suddenly Shoot Out Of Sight, To Have Some Adventure In Which They Had No Share. He Would Come Down Laughing Over Something Fearfully Funny He Had Been Saying To A Star, But He Had Already Forgotten What It Was, Or He Would Come Up With Mermaid Scales Still Sticking To Him, And Yet Not Be Able To To Say For Certain What Had Been Happening. It Was Really Rather Irritating To Children Who Had Never Seen A Mermaid.

What Is Genius? It Is The Power To Be A Boy Again At Will.

Life Is A Cup Of Tea; The More Heartily We Drink The Sooner We Reach The Dregs.

Oh, The Cleverness Of Me!

Fame Is Rot; Daughters Are The Thing.

When She Expressed A Doubtful Hope That Tinker Bell Would Be Glad To See Her, He Said, ‘who Is Tinker Bell?’ ‘o Peter,’ She Said, Shocked; But Even When She Explained He Could Not Remember. ‘there Are Such A Lot Of Them,’ He Said. ‘i Expect She Is No More.’ I Expect He Was Right, For Fairies Don’t Live Long, But They Are So Little That A Short Time Seems A Good While To Them.

To Die Will Be An Awfully Big Adventure.

There Are Many Different Kinds Of Bravery. There's The Bravery Of Thinking Of Others Before One's Self. Now, Your Father Has Never Brandished A Sword Nor Fired A Pistol, Thank Heavens. But He Has Made Many Sacrifices For His Family, And Put Away Many Dreams... He Put Them In A Drawer. And Sometimes, Late At Night, We Take Them Out And Admire Them. But It Gets Harder And Harder To Close The Drawer... He Does. And That Is Why He Is Brave.

You [scots] Come Of A Race Of Men The Very Wind Of Whose Name Has Swept To The Ultimate Seas.

Again Came That Ringing Crow, And Peter Dropped In Front Of Them. "greeting, Boys," He Cried, And Mechanically They Saluted, And Then Again Was Silence. He Frowned. "i Am Back," He Said Hotly, "why Do You Not Cheer?

I Taught You To Fight And To Fly. What More Could There Be?

Some Of My Plays Peter Out And Some Pan Out.

...it Was Like An Examination Paper That Asks Grammar, When What You Want To Be Asked Is Kings Of England.

Wise Children Always Choose A Mother Who Was A Shocking Flirt In Her Maiden Days, And So Had Several Offers Before She Accepted Their Fortunate Papa.

I Do Believe In Fairies, I Do, I Do.

We Have A Right To Know The Truth; No Right To Ask Anything Else From God, But The Right To Know That.

A Woman Can Be Anything The Man Who Loves Her Would Have Her Be.

She Was A Large Woman Who Seemed Not So Much Dressed As Upholstered.

We Are All Failures - At Least The Best Of Us Are.

As Soon As You Can Say What You Think And Not What Some Other Person Has Thought For You, You Are On The Way To Being A Remarkable Man.

Being Different

One's Religion Is Whatever He Is Most Interested In.

I Am The Best There Ever Was!

Would You Like An Adventure Now, Or Would You Like To Have Your Tea First?

We Should Be Slower To Think That The Man At His Worst Is The Real Man, And Certain That The Better We Are Ourselves The Less Likely Is He To Be At His Worst In Our Company. Every Time He Talks Away His Own Character Before Us He Is Signifying Contempt For Ours.

Growing Up Is Such A Barbarous Business, Full Of Inconvenience... And Pimples.

Peter Invented, With Wendy's Help, A New Game That Fascinated Him Enormously, Until He Suddenly Had No More Interest In It, Which, As You Have Been Told, Was What Always Happened With His Games. It Consisted In Pretending Not To Have Adventures.

All Children, Except One, Grow Up. They Soon Know That They Will Grow Up, And The Way Wendy Knew Was This. One Day When She Was Two Years Old She Was Playing In A Garden, And She Plucked Another Flower And Ran With It To Her Mother. I Suppose She Must Have Looked Rather Delightful, For Mrs Darling Put Her Hand To Her Heart And Cried, ‘oh, Why Can’t You Remain Like This For Ever!’ This Was All That Passed Between Them On The Subject, But Henceforth Wendy Knew That She Must Grow Up. You Always Know After You Are Two. Two Is The Beginning Of The End.

All You Need Is Trust And A Little Bit Of Pixie Dust!

I Know, I Feel, That With The Introduction Of Tobacco England Woke Up From A Long Sleep. Suddenly A New Zest Had Been Given To Life. The Glory Of Existence Became A Thing To Speak Of. Men Who Had Hitherto Only Concerned Themselves With The Narrow Things Of Home Put A Pipe Into Their Mouths And Became Philosophers.

Build A House?" Exclaimed John. "for The Wendy," Said Curly. "for Wendy?" John Said, Aghast. "why, She Is Only A Girl!" "that," Explained Curly, "is Why We Are Her Servants.

In Time They Could Not Even Fly After Their Hats. Want Of Practice, They Called It; But What It Really Meant Was That They No Longer Believed.

Love Is Not Blind; It Is An Extra Eye, Which Shows Us What Is Most Worthy Of Regard.

He Was A Little Boy, And She Was Grown Up. She Huddled By The Fire Not Daring To Move, Helpless And Guilty, A Big Woman.

Dreams Do Come True, If We Only Wish Hard Enough, You Can Have Anything In Life If You Will Sacrifice Everything Else For It.

I Bowl So Slowly That If I Don't Like A Ball I Can Run After It And Bring It Back

Forget Them, Wendy. Forget Them All. Come With Me Where You'll Never, Never Have To Worry About Grown Up Things Again.

You Need Not Be Sorry For Her. She Was One Of The Kind That Likes To Grow Up. In The End She Grew Up Of Her Own Free Will A Day Quicker Than The Other Girls.

He Looked At Her Uncomfortably; Blinking, You Know, Like One Not Sure Whether He Was Awake Or Asleep.

Yet If He Upbraided Her In His Hurry, It Was To Repent Bitterly His Temper The Next, And To Feel Its Effects More Than She, Temper Being A Weapon That We Hold By The Blade.

See," He Said, "the Arrow Struck Against This. It Is The Kiss I Gave Her. It Has Saved Her Life.

The Last Thing He Ever Said To Me Was, 'just Always Be Waiting For Me, And Then Some Night You Will Hear Me Crowing.

Those Who Are Prepared To Die Are Most Prepared To Live.

Pan, Who And What Art Thou?" He Cried Huskily. "i'm Youth, I'm Joy," Peter Answered At A Venture, "i'm A Little Bird That Has Broken Out Of The Egg.

The Useless Men Are Those Who Never Change With The Years.

Always Be Kinder Than Necessary.

Dreams Do Come True, If We Only Wish Hard Enough.

Thus Sharply Did The Terrified Three Learn The Difference Between An Island Of Make-believe And The Same Island Come True.

Asleep To Rummage In Their Minds

Of Course The Neverlands Vary A Good Deal. John's, For Instance, Had A Lagoon With Flamingos Flying Over It At Which John Was Shooting, While Michael, Who Was Very Small, Had A Flamingo With Lagoons Flying Over It. John Lived In A Boat Turned Upside Down On The Sands, Michael In A Wigwam, Wendy In A House Of Leaves Deftly Sewn Together. John Had No Friends, Michael Had Friends At Night, Wendy Had A Pet Wolf Forsaken By Its Parents.

Girls Are Much Too Clever To Fall Out Of Their Prams

Peter: Oh, The Cleverness Of Me. Wendy: Of Course, I Did Nothing... Peter: You Did A Little. Wendy: Oh, The Cleverness Of You.

It's A Sort Of Bloom On A Woman. If You Have It, You Don't Need To Have Anything Else, And If You Don't Have It, It Doesn't Much Matter What Else You Have. Some Women, The Few, Have Charm For All; And Most Have Charm For One. But Some Have Charm For None.

All The Boys Were Grown Up And Done For By This Time; So It Is Scarcely Worth While Saying Anything More About Them. You May See The Twins And Nibs And Curly Any Day Going To An Office, Each Carrying A Little Bag And An Umbrella. Michael Is An Engine Driver. Slightly Married A Lady Of Title, And So He Became A Lord. You See That Judge In A Wig Coming Out At The Iron Door? That Used To Be Tootles. The Bearded Man Who Doesn't Know Any Story To Tell His Children Was Once John.

I Don't Want To Go To School And Learn Solemn Things.

If You Cannot Teach Me To Fly, Teach Me To Sing.

Our Life Is A Book To Which We Add Daily, Until Suddenly We Are Finished, And Then The Manuscript Is Burned.

And If He Forgets Them So Quickly," Wendy Argued, "how Can We Expect That He Will Go On Remembering Us?

They Knew In What They Called Their Hearts That One Can Get On Quite Well Without A Mother, And That It Is Only The Mothers Who Think You Can't.

Heaven For Climate, Hell For Company.

Your Heart Is As Fresh As Your Face; And That Is Well. The Useless Men Are Those Who Never Change With The Years. Many Views That I Held To In My Youth And Long Afterwards Are A Pain To Me Now, And I Am Carrying Away From Thrums Memories Of Errors Into Which I Fell At Every Stage Of My Ministry. When You Are Older You Will Know That Life Is A Long Lesson In Humility.

Shall We Make A New Rule Of Life From Tonight: Always To Try To Be A Little Kinder Than Is Necessary?

Astonishing Splashes Of Colour

He Was A Poet; And They Are Never Exactly Grown-up.

Love, It Is Said, Is Blind, But Love Is Not Blind. It Is An Extra Eye, Which Shows Us What Is Most Worthy Of Regard. To See The Best Is To See Most Clearly, And It Is The Lover's Privilege.

Wendy, Wendy, When You Are Sleeping In Your Silly Bed You Might Be Flying About With Me Saying Funny Things To The Stars.

Never Say Goodbye Because Goodbye Means Going Away And Going Away Means Forgetting.

It May Have Been Quixotic, But It Was Magnificent.

I'll Teach You How To Jump On The Wind's Back, And Then Away We Go.

Ghosts Were Created When The First Man Awoke In The Night.

Most Disquieting Reflection Of All, Was It Not Bad Form To Think About Good Form?

What A Polite Game Tennis Is. The Chief Word In It Seems To Be "sorry" And Admiration Of Each Other's Play Crosses The Net As Frequently As The Ball.

They Were Going Round And Round The Island, But They Did Not Meet Because All Were Going At The Same Rate.

One Could Mention Many Lovable Traits In Smee. For Instance, After Killing, It Was His Spectacles He Wiped Instead Of His Weapon.

On These Magic Shores Children At Play Are For Ever Beaching Their Coracles. We Too Have Been There; We Can Still Hear The Sound Of The Surf, Though We Shall Land No More.

In Love-making, As In Other Arts, Those Who Do It Best Cannot Tell How It Is Done.

Has It Ever Struck You That Trout Bite Best On The Sabbath? God's Critters Tempting Decent Men.

May God Blast Anyone Who Writes A Biography Of Me.

And So When Mrs. Darling Went Back To The Night-nursery To See If Her Husband Was Asleep, All The Beds Were Occupied. The Children Waited For Her Cry Of Joy, But It Did Not Come. She Saw Them, But She Did Not Believe They Were There. You See, She Saw Them In Their Beds So Often In Her Dreams That She Thought This Was Just The Dream Hanging Around Her Still.

They Have Long Lost Count Of The Days, But Always If They Want To Do Anything Special They Say This Is Saturday Night, And Then They Do It.

The Door', Replied Maimie, 'will Always, Always Be Open, And Mother Will Always Be Waiting At It For Me.

I Have Always Found That The Man Whose Second Thoughts Are Good Is Worth Watching.

Next Moment He Was Standing Erect On The Rock Again, With That Smile On His Face And A Drum Beating Within Him. It Was Saying, "to Die Will Be An Awfully Big Adventure.

Oh, You Mysterious Girls, When You Are Fifty-two We Shall Find You Out; You Must Come Into The Open Then. If The Mouth Has Fallen Sourly Yours The Blame: All The Meanness Your Youth Concealed Have Been Gathering In Your Face. But The Pretty Thoughts And Sweet Ways And Dear, Forgotten Kindnesses Linger There Also, To Bloom In Your Twilight Like Evening Primroses.

I Am Not Young Enough To Know Everything.

They Took It For Granted That If They Went He Would Go Also, But Really They Scarcely Cared. Thus Children Are Ever So Ready, When Novelty Knocks, To Desert Their Dearest Ones.

So Come With Me, Where Dreams Are Born, And Time Is Never Planned. Just Think Of Happy Things, And Your Heart Will Fly On Wings, Forever, In Never Never Land!

Will They Reach The Nursery In Time? If So, How Delightful For Them, And We Shall All Breathe A Sigh Of Relief, But There Will Be No Story. On The Other Hand, If They Are Not In Time, I Solemnly Promise That It Will All Come Right In The End.

But The Years Came And Went Without Bringing The Careless Boy; And When They Met Again Wendy Was A Married Woman, And Peter Was No More To Her Than A Little Dust In The Box In Which She Had Kept Her Toys.

The Elizabethan Age Might Be Better Named The Beginning Of The Smoking Era.

A House Is Never Still In Darkness To Those Who Listen Intently; There Is A Whispering In Distant Chambers, An Unearthly Hand Presses The Snib Of The Window, The Latch Rises. Ghosts Were Created When The First Man Awoke In The Night.

If 'hamlet' Had Been Written In These Days It Would Probably Have Been Called 'the Strange Affair At Elsinore.

Just Always Be Waiting For Me.

There Are, I Dare Say, Many Lovers Who Would Never Have Been Drawn To Each Other Had They Met For The First Time, As, Say, They Met The Second Time.

I Am Aware That Those Hateful Persons Called Original Researchers Now Maintain That Raleigh Was Not The Man; But To Them I Turn A Deaf Ear.

Every Man Who Is High Up Likes To Think He Has Done It All Himself; And The Wife Smiles, And Lets It Go At That. It's Our Only Joke. Every Woman Knows That.

His Lordship May Compel Us To Be Equal Upstairs, But There Will Never Be Equality In The Servants' Hall.

Strength Instead Of Being The Lusty Child Of Passion, Grows By Grappling With And Subduing Them.

Young Boys Should Never Be Sent To Bed. They Always Wake Up A Day Older.

The Fairies, As Their Custom, Clapped Their Hands With Delight Over Their Cleverness, And They Were So Madly In Love With The Little House That They Could Not Bear To Think They Had Finished It.

Always Try To Be A Litle Kinder Than Necessary.

Stars Are Beautiful, But They May Not Take Part In Anything, They Must Just Look On Forever.

The Man Who Is In Real Danger Is The Man Who Thinks He Is Perfectly Safe.

Those Who Bring Sunshine Into The Lives Of Others Cannot Keep It From Themselves.

Never Is An Awfully Long Time.

If He Thought At All, But I Don't Believe He Ever Thought, It Was That He And His Shadow, When Brought Near Each Other, Would Join Like Drops Of Water.

There Are Few More Impressive Sights In The World Than A Scotsman On The Make.

You Were Hidden Behind Walls Of Ice; No Man Had Passed Them; I Broke Them Down And Love Leapt To Love, And You Lie Here, My Beautiful, Love In The Arms Of Its Lover.

All Of This Has Happened Before, And It Will All Happen Again.

Some Day,' Said Smee, 'the Clock Will Run Down, And Then He'll Get You.' Hook Wetted His Dry Lips, 'aye,' He Said, 'that's The Fear That Haunts Me.

You Find A Glimmer Of Happiness In This World, There's Always Someone Who Wants To Destroy It.

I Know Not, Sir, Whether Bacon Wrote The Works Of Shakespeare, But If He Did Not, It Seems To Me That He Missed The Opportunity Of His Life.

The Man Of Science Appears To Be The Only Man Who Has Something To Say Just Now, And The Only Man Who Does Not Know How To Say It.

I'm Youth, I'm Joy, I'm A Little Bird That Has Broken Out Of The Egg.

Courage: The Lovely Virtue-the Rib Of Himself That God Sent Down To His Children.

Mr. Darling Used To Boast To Wendy That Her Mother Not Only Loved Him But Respected Him. He Was One Of Those Deep Ones Who Know About Stocks And Shares. Of Course No One Really Knows, But He Quite Seemed To Know, And He Often Said Stocks Were Up And Shares Were Down In A Way That Would Have Made Any Woman Respect Him.

The Gates Of Heaven Are So Easily Found When We Are Little, And They Are Always Standing Open To Let Children Wander In.

All The World Is Made Of Faith, And Trust, And Pixie Dust.

A Moment After The Fairy's Entrance The Window Was Blown Open By The Breathing Of The Little Stars, And Peter Dropped In.

It Was Then That Hook Bit Him. Not The Pain Of This But Its Unfairness Was What Dazed Peter. It Made Him Quite Helpless. He Could Only Stare, Horrified. Every Child Is Affected Thus The First Time He Is Treated Unfairly. All He Thinks He Has A Right To When He Comes To You To Be Yours Is Fairness. After You Have Been Unfair To Him He Will Love You Again, But He Will Never Afterwards Be Quite The Same Boy. No One Ever Gets Over The First Unfairness; No One Except Peter.

Why Can't You Fly Now, Mother?" "because I Am Grown Up, Dearest. When People Grow Up They Forget The Way." "why Do They Forget The Way?" "because They Are No Longer Gay And Innocent And Heartless. It Is Only The Gay And Innocent And Heartless Who Can Fly.

She Adored All Beautiful Things In Their Every Curve And Fragrance, So That They Became Part Of Her. Day By Day, She Gathered Beauty; Had She Had No Heart (she Who Was The Bosom Of Womanhood) Her Thoughts Would Still Have Been As Lilies, Because The Good Is The Beautiful.

Tink Was Not All Bad: Or, Rather, She Was All Bad Just Now, But, On The Other Hand, Sometimes She Was All Good. Fairies Have To Be One Thing Or The Other, Because Being So Small They Unfortunately Have Room For One Feeling Only At A Time. They Are, However, Allowed To Change, Only It Must Be A Complete Change.

But Where Do You Live Mostly Now?" With The Lost Boys." Who Are They?" They Are The Children Who Fall Out Of Their Perambulators When The Nurse Is Looking The Other Way. If They Are Not Claimed In Seven Days They Are Sent Far Away To The Neverland To Defray Expanses. I'm Captain." What Fun It Must Be!" Yes," Said Cunning Peter, "but We Are Rather Lonely. You See We Have No Female Companionship." Are None Of The Others Girls?" Oh No; Girls, You Know, Are Much Too Clever To Fall Out Of Their Prams.

Never Ascribe To An Opponent Motives Meaner Than Your Own.

If You Shut Your Eyes And Are A Lucky One, You May See At Times A Shapeless Pool Of Lovely Pale Colours Suspended In The Darkness; Then If You Squeeze Your Eyes Tighter, The Pool Begins To Take Shape, And The Colours Become So Vivid That With Another Squeeze They Must Go On Fire.

The Moment You Doubt Whether You Can Fly, You Cease For Ever To Be Able To Do It.

I Do Loathe Explanations.

We Never Understand How Little We Need In This World Until We Know The Loss Of It.

Wendy," Peter Pan Continued In A Voice That No Woman Has Ever Yet Been Able To Resist, "wendy, One Girl Is More Use Than Twenty Boys.

For When You Looked Into My Mother's Eyes You Knew, As If He Had Told You, Why God Sent Her Into The World - It Was To Open Then Minds Of All Who Looked To Beautiful Thoughts. And That Is The Beginning And End Of Literature.

He Was Never More Sinister Than When He Was Most Polite.

Second Star To The Right And Straight On 'til Morning.

All Great Writers Begin With A Good Leather Binding And A Respectable Title.

In Dinner Talk It Is Perhaps Allowable To Fling Any Faggot Rather Than Let The Fire Go Out.

Life Is A Long Lesson In Humility.

..children Know Such A Lot Now, They Soon Don't Believe In Fairies, And Every Time A Child Says, 'i Don't Believe In Fairies,' There Is A Fairy Somewhere That Falls Down Dead.

This Meal Happened To Be A Make-believe Tea, And They Sat Round The Board Guzzling In Their Greed; And Really, What With Their Chatter And Recriminations, The Noise, As Wendy Said, Was Positively Deafening.

They Hold Their Great Balls In The Open Air, In What Is Called A Fairy-ring. For Weeks Afterward You Can See The Ring On The Grass. It Is Not There When They Begin, But They Make It By Waltzing Round And Round. Sometimes You Will Find Mushrooms Inside The Ring, And These Are Fairy Chairs That The Servants Have Forgotten To Clear Away. The Chairs And The Rings Are The Only Tell-tale Marks These Little People Leave Behind Them, And They Would Remove Even These Were They Not So Fond Of Dancing That They Toe It Till The Very Moment Of The Opening Of The Gates.

A Loving Wife Is Better Than Making 50 In Cricket, Or Even 99, Beyond That I Will Not Go.

The Secret Of Happiness Is Not In Doing What One Likes, But In Liking What One Does.

What Is Afraid?' Asked Peter Longingly. He Thought It Must Be Some Splendid Thing. 'i Do Wish You Would Teach Me How To Be Afraid, Maimie,' He Said.

Stars Are Beautiful, But They Must Not Take An Active Part In Anything, They Must Just Look On Forever. It Is A Punishment Put On Them For Something They Did So Long Ago That No Star Now Knows What It Was.

Fairies Don’t Live Long, But They Are So Little That A Short Time Seems A Good While To Them

If Growing Up Means It Would Be Beneath My Dignity To Climb A Tree, I'll Never Grow Up, Never Grow Up, Never Grow Up! Not Me!

In England, Justice Is Open To All - Like The Ritz Hotel.

...and Thus It Will Go On, So Long As Children Are Gay And Innocent And Heartless.

It Is Very Well To Be Able To Write A Book, But Can You Waggle Your Ears?

Those Who Aim Low Usually Hit Their Targets.

Facts Were Never Pleasing To Him. He Acquired Them With Reluctance And Got Rid Of Them With Relief. He Was Never On Terms With Them Until He Had Stood Them On Their Heads.

You Always Know After You Are Two. Two Is The Beginning Of The End.

Take Care, Lest An Adventure Is Now Offered You, Which, If Accepted, Will Plunge You In Deepest Woe.

That Fiend!" Mr. Darling Would Cry, And Nana's Bark Was The Echo Of It, But Mrs. Darling Never Upbraided Peter; There Was Something In The Right-hand Corner Of Her Mouth That Wanted Her Not To Call Peter Names.

When A New Baby Laughs For The First Time A New Fairy Is Born, And As There Are Always New Babies There Are Always New Fairies.

Feeling That Peter Was On His Way Back, The Neverland Had Again Woke Into Life. We Ought To Use The Pluperfect And Say Wakened, But Woke Is Better And Was Always Used By Peter.

I Sometimes Think, Mary, That It Is A Mistake To Have A Dog For A Nurse.

I Suppose It's Like The Ticking Crocodile, Isn't It? Time Is Chasing After All Of Us.

All Are Keeping A Sharp Look-out In Front, But None Suspects That The Danger May Be Creeping Up From Behind.

You Just Think Lovely Wonderful Thoughts," Peter Explained, "and They Lift You Up In The Air.

Odd Things Happen To All Of Us On Our Way Through Life Without Our Noticing For A Time That They Have Happened.

Fairies Have To Be One Thing Or The Other, Because Being So Small They Unfortunately Have Room For One Feeling Only At A Time.

Absence Makes The Heart Grow Fonder… Or Forgetful.

He Was So Full Of Wrath Against Grown-ups, Who As Usual, Were Spoiling Everything, That As Soon As He Got Inside His Tree He Breathed Intentionally Quick Short Breaths At The Rate Of About Five To A Second. He Did This Because There Is A Saying In The Neverland, That Everytime You Breathe, A Grown-up Dies; And Peter Was Killing Them Of Vindictively As Fast As Possible.

The Best Of Our Fiction Is By Novelists Who Allow That It Is As Good As They Can Give, And The Worst By Novelists Who Maintain That They Could Do Much Better If Only The Public Would Let Them.

Nobody Really Wants Us. So Let Us Watch And Say Jaggy Things, In The Hope That Some Of Them Will Hurt.

Peter Was Not Quite Like Other Boys; But He Was Afraid At Last. A Tremour Ran Through Him, Like A Shudder Passing Over The Sea; But On The Sea One Shudder Follows Another Till There Are Hundreds Of Them, And Peter Felt Just The One. Next Moment He Was Standing Erect On The Rock Again, With That Smile On His Face And A Drum Beating Within Him. It Was Saying, "to Die Will Be An Awfully Big Adventure.

It Was Dreadful The Way All The Three Were Looking At Him, Just As If They Did Not Admire Him.

For Long The Two Enemies Looked At One Another, Hook Shuddering Slightly, And Peter With The Strange Smile Upon His Face. "so, Pan," Said Hook At Last, "this Is All Your Doing." "ay, James Hook," Came The Stern Answer, "it Is All My Doing." "proud And Insolent Youth," Said Hook, "prepare To Meet Thy Doom." "dark And Sinister Man,“for Long The Two Enemies Looked At One Another, Hook Shuddering Slightly, And Peter With The Strange Smile Upon His Face. "dark And Sinister Man," Peter Answered, "have At Thee.

Oh The Gladness Of Their Gladness When They're Glad, And The Sadness Of Their Sadness When They're Sad; But The Gladness Of Their Gladness, And The Sadness Of Their Sadness, Are As Nothing To Their Badness When They're Bad

Years Rolled On Again, And Wendy Had A Daughter. This Ought Not To Be Written In Ink But In A Golden Splash.

The Best Place A Person Can Die, Is Where They Die For Others.

It Is Frightfully Difficult To Know Much About The Fairies, And Almost The Only Thing For Certain Is That There Are Fairies Wherever There Are Children.

I've Sometimes Thought . . . That The Difference Between Us And The English Is That The Scotch Are Hard In All Other Respects But Soft With Women, And The English Are Hard With Women But Soft In All Other Respects.

Our Heroine Knew That The Mother Would Always Leave The Window Open For Her Children To Fly Back By; So They Stayed Away For Years And Had A Lovely Time.

Nothing Is Really Work Unless You Would Rather Be Doing Something Else.

Temper Is A Weapon That We Hold By The Blade.

Let No One Who Loves Be Unhappy, Even Love Unreturned Has Its Rainbow.

Two Is The Beginning Of The End.

Because You See When A New Baby Laughs For The First Time A New Fairy Is Born, And As There Are Always New Babies There Are Always New Fairies. They Live In Nests On The Tops Of Trees; And The Mauve Ones Are Boys And The White Ones Are Girls, And The Blue Ones Are Just Little Sillies Who Are Not Sure What They Are.

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