What is algebra exactly; is it those three-cornered things?

...and thus it will go on, so long as children are gay and innocent and heartless.

I'm youth, I'm joy, I'm a little bird that has broken out of the egg.

Most disquieting reflection of all, was it not bad form to think about good form?

So come with me, where dreams are born, and time is never planned. Just think of happy things, and your heart will fly on wings, forever, in Never Never Land!

When she expressed a doubtful hope that Tinker Bell would be glad to see her, he said, ‘Who is Tinker Bell?’ ‘O Peter,’ she said, shocked; but even when she explained he could not remember. ‘There are such a lot of them,’ he said. ‘I expect she is no more.’ I expect he was right, for fairies don’t live long, but they are so little that a short time seems a good while to them.

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.