You must have been warned against letting the golden hours slip by; but some of them are golden only because we let them slip by.

I wasn't crying about mothers," he said rather indignantly. "I was crying because I can't get my shadow to stick on. Besides, I wasn't crying.

If I were younger, I'd know more.

Just always be waiting for me.

All children, except one, grow up.

Never is an awfully long time.

In dinner talk it is perhaps allowable to fling any faggot rather than let the fire go out.