Mr. Darling used to boast to Wendy that her mother not only loved him but respected him. He was one of those deep ones who know about stocks and shares. Of course no one really knows, but he quite seemed to know, and he often said stocks were up and shares were down in a way that would have made any woman respect him.

No, no," Mr. Darling always said, "I am responsible for it all. I, George Darling, did it. MEA CULPA, MEA CULPA." He had had a classical education.

As soon as you can say what you think and not what some other person has thought for you, you are on the way to being a remarkable man.

If I were younger, I'd know more.

Next moment he was standing erect on the rock again, with that smile on his face and a drum beating within him. It was saying, "To die will be an awfully big adventure.

Years rolled on again, and Wendy had a daughter. This ought not to be written in ink but in a golden splash.

If 'Hamlet' had been written in these days it would probably have been called 'The Strange Affair at Elsinore.