All Children, Except One, Grow Up.

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

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.

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

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.

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