Oh, the cleverness of me!

Wendy: Sir, you are both ungallant and deficient! Peter: How am I deficient? Wendy: You're just a boy.

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

You see, dear, it is not true that woman was made from man's rib; she was made from his funny bone.

She also said she would give him a kiss if he liked, but Peter did not know what she meant, and he held out his hand expectantly.

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.

Temper is a weapon that we hold by the blade.