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

He who distributes the milk of human kindness cannot help but spill a little on himself.

The door', replied Maimie, 'will always, always be open, and mother will always be waiting at it for me.

All of this has happened before, and it will all happen again.

She adored all beautiful things in their every curve and fragrance, so that they became part of her. Day by day, she gathered beauty; had she had no heart (she who was the bosom of womanhood) her thoughts would still have been as lilies, because the good is the beautiful.

Forever is a very long time Peter

If you shut your eyes and are a lucky one, you may see at times a shapeless pool of lovely pale colours suspended in the darkness; then if you squeeze your eyes tighter, the pool begins to take shape, and the colours become so vivid that with another squeeze they must go on fire.