A moment after the fairy's entrance the window was blown open by the breathing of the little stars, and Peter dropped in.

Why can't you fly now, mother?" "Because I am grown up, dearest. When people grow up they forget the way." "Why do they forget the way?" "Because they are no longer gay and innocent and heartless. It is only the gay and innocent and heartless who can fly.

asleep to rummage in their minds

Young boys should never be sent to bed. They always wake up a day older.

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.

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.

Mr. and Mrs. Darling and Nana rushed into the nursery too late. The birds were flown