There is a saying in the Neverland that,every time you breathe, a grown-up dies.

You find a glimmer of happiness in this world, there's always someone who wants to destroy it.

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

There are, I dare say, many lovers who would never have been drawn to each other had they met for the first time, as, say, they met the second time.

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.

Fame is rot; daughters are the thing.

Every time you say you don't believe in fairies, a fairy dies.