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 just think lovely wonderful thoughts," Peter explained, "and they lift you up in the air.

Most disquieting reflection of all, was it not bad form to think about good form?

Mr. and Mrs. Darling and Nana rushed into the nursery too late. The birds were flown

Of course the Neverlands vary a good deal. John's, for instance, had a lagoon with flamingos flying over it at which John was shooting, while Michael, who was very small, had a flamingo with lagoons flying over it. John lived in a boat turned upside down on the sands, Michael in a wigwam, Wendy in a house of leaves deftly sewn together. John had no friends, Michael had friends at night, Wendy had a pet wolf forsaken by its parents.

We never understand how little we need in this world until we know the loss of it.

Strength instead of being the lusty child of passion, grows by grappling with and subduing them.