She liked his tears so much that she put out her beautiful finger and let them run over it. Her voice was so low that at first he could not make out what she said. Then he made it out. She was saying that she thought she could get well again if children believed in fairies.

Our life is a book to which we add daily, until suddenly we are finished, and then the manuscript is burned.

If you cannot teach me to fly, teach me to sing.

All are keeping a sharp look-out in front, but none suspects that the danger may be creeping up from behind.

Life is a cup of tea; the more heartily we drink the sooner we reach the dregs.

When ladies used to come to me in dreams, I said, 'Pretty mother, pretty mother.' But when at last she really came, I shot her.

Build a house?" exclaimed John. "For the Wendy," said Curly. "For Wendy?" John said, aghast. "Why, she is only a girl!" "That," explained Curly, "is why we are her servants.