For when you looked into my mother's eyes you knew, as if He had told you, why God sent her into the world - it was to open then minds of all who looked to beautiful thoughts. And that is the beginning and end of literature.

Next year he did not come for her. She waited in a new frock because the old one simply would not meet, but he never came. "Perhaps he is ill," Michael said. "You know he is never ill." Michael came close to her and whispered, with a shiver, "Perhaps there is no such person, Wendy!" and then Wendy would have cried if Michael had not been crying.

How shall we ever know if it's morning if there's no servant to pull up the blinds?

There are, I dare say, many lovers who would never have been drawn to each other had they met for the first time, as, say, they met the second time.

His lordship may compel us to be equal upstairs, but there will never be equality in the servants' hall.

Off we skip like the most heartless things in the world, which is what children are, but so attractive; and we have an entirely selfish time, and then when we have need of special attention we nobly return for it, confident that we shall be rewarded instead of smacked.

I'll teach you how to jump on the wind's back, and then away we go.