Love, it is said, is blind, but love is not blind. It is an extra eye, which shows us what is most worthy of regard. To see the best is to see most clearly, and it is the lover's privilege.

There could not have been a lovelier sight; but there was none to see it except a little boy who was staring in at the window. He had ecstasies innumerable that other children can never know; but he was looking through the window at the one joy from which he must be for ever barred.

Dreams do come true, if we only wish hard enough, You can have anything in life if you will sacrifice everything else for it.

The Elizabethan age might be better named the beginning of the smoking era.

And if he forgets them so quickly," Wendy argued, "how can we expect that he will go on remembering us?

All of this has happened before, and it will all happen again.

She was a lovely lady, with a romantic mind and such a sweet mocking mouth. Her romantic mind was like the tiny boxes, one within the other, that come from the puzzling East, however many you discover there is always one more; and her sweet mocking mouth had one kiss on it that Wendy could never get, though there it was, perfectly conspicuous in the right-hand corner.