Some of my plays peter out and some pan out.
It may have been quixotic, but it was magnificent.
Life is a cup of tea; the more heartily we drink the sooner we reach the dregs.
Ambition it is the last infirmity of noble minds.
Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.
A moment after the fairy's entrance the window was blown open by the breathing of the little stars, and Peter dropped in.