Let no one who loves be unhappy, even love unreturned has its rainbow.

Wendy: Sir, you are both ungallant and deficient! Peter: How am I deficient? Wendy: You're just a boy.

That fiend!" Mr. Darling would cry, and Nana's bark was the echo of it, but Mrs. Darling never upbraided Peter; there was something in the right-hand corner of her mouth that wanted her not to call Peter names.

I taught you to fight and to fly. What more could there be?

He was a little boy, and she was grown up. She huddled by the fire not daring to move, helpless and guilty, a big woman.

Some of my plays peter out and some pan out.

Second star to the right and straight on 'til morning.