Temper Is A Weapon That We Hold

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.

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

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.

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.

The Life Of Every Man Is A Diary In Which He Means To Write One Story, And Writes Another; And His Humblest Hour Is When He Compares The Volume As It Is With What He Vowed To Make It.