Ghosts were created when the first man awoke in the night.

They have long lost count of the days, but always if they want to do anything special they say this is saturday night, and then they do it.

All the world is made of faith, and trust, and pixie dust.

Growing up is such a barbarous business, full of inconvenience... and pimples.

Why can't you fly now, mother?" "Because I am grown up, dearest. When people grow up they forget the way." "Why do they forget the way?" "Because they are no longer gay and innocent and heartless. It is only the gay and innocent and heartless who can fly.

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.

Those who bring sunshine into the lives of others cannot keep it from themselves.