It is frightfully difficult to know much about the fairies, and almost the only thing for certain is that there are fairies wherever there are children.

They were going round and round the island, but they did not meet because all were going at the same rate.

Oh the gladness of their gladness when they're glad, And the sadness of their sadness when they're sad; But the gladness of their gladness, and the sadness of their sadness, Are as nothing to their badness when they're bad

The best of our fiction is by novelists who allow that it is as good as they can give, and the worst by novelists who maintain that they could do much better if only the public would let them.

Children have the strangest adventures without being troubled by them. For instance, they may remember to mention, a week after the event happened, that when they were in the wood they had met their dead father and had a game with him.

We are all failures - at least the best of us are.

Girls are much too clever to fall out of their prams