I think one remains the same person throughout, merely passing, as it were, i these lapses of time from one room to another, but all in the same house.

Make your feet your friend.

I think it's perfectly lovely the way you talk about girls.

‎"She was not a little girl heart-broken about him; she was a grown woman smiling at it all, but they were wet smiles.

Some day,' said Smee, 'the clock will run down, and then he'll get you.' Hook wetted his dry lips, 'Aye,' he said, 'that's the fear that haunts me.

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

The praise that comes of love does not make us vain, but humble rather. Knowing what we are, the pride that shines in our mother's eyes as she looks at us is about the most pathetic thing a man has to face, but he would be a devil altogether if it did not burn some of the sin out of him.