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

The man of science appears to be the only man who has something to say just now, and the only man who does not know how to say it.

Will they reach the nursery in time? If so, how delightful for them, and we shall all breathe a sigh of relief, but there will be no story. On the other hand, if they are not in time, I solemnly promise that it will all come right in the end.

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

The reason birds can fly and we can't is simply that they have perfect faith, for to have faith is to have wings.

She asked where he lived. Second to the right,' said Peter, 'and then straight on till morning.

You [Scots] come of a race of men the very wind of whose name has swept to the ultimate seas.