He was never more sinister than when he was most polite.

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

She's awfully fond of Wendy,' he said to himself. He was angry with her now for not seeing why she could not have Wendy. The reason was so simple: 'I'm fond of her too. We can't both have her, lady.

As soon as you can say what you think and not what some other person has thought for you, you are on the way to being a remarkable man.

...it was like an examination paper that asks grammar, when what you want to be asked is Kings of England.

Don't have a mother,' he said. Not only had he no mother, but he had not the slightest desire to have one. He thought them very over-rated persons.

He was never more sinister than when he was most polite.