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

A moment after the fairy's entrance the window was blown open by the breathing of the little stars, and Peter dropped in.

asleep to rummage in their minds

I know not, sir, whether Bacon wrote the works of Shakespeare, but if he did not, it seems to me that he missed the opportunity of his life.

A safe but sometimes chilly way of recalling the past is to force open a crammed drawer. If you are searching for anything in particular you don't find it, but something falls out at the back that is often more interesting.

Again came that ringing crow, and Peter dropped in front of them. "Greeting, boys," he cried, and mechanically they saluted, and then again was silence. He frowned. "I am back," he said hotly, "why do you not cheer?

They were going round and round the island, but they did not meet because all were going at the same rate.