Those Who Are Prepared To Die Are

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!

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

You Canna Expect To Be Baith Grand And Comfortable.

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.