Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.

Pan, who and what art thou?" he cried huskily. "I'm youth, I'm joy," Peter answered at a venture, "I'm a little bird that has broken out of the egg.

There are few more impressive sights in the world than a Scotsman on the make.

There are many different kinds of bravery. There's the bravery of thinking of others before one's self. Now, your father has never brandished a sword nor fired a pistol, thank heavens. But he has made many sacrifices for his family, and put away many dreams... He put them in a drawer. And sometimes, late at night, we take them out and admire them. But it gets harder and harder to close the drawer... He does. And that is why he is brave.

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

As soon as you can say what you think and not what some other person has thought for you, you are on the way to being a remarkable man.

I like well to be in the company of explorers