She was a lovely lady, with a romantic mind and such a sweet mocking mouth. Her romantic mind was like the tiny boxes, one within the other, that come from the puzzling East, however many you discover there is always one more; and her sweet mocking mouth had one kiss on it that Wendy could never get, though there it was, perfectly conspicuous in the right-hand corner.

If I were younger, I'd know more.

The secret of happiness is not in doing what one likes, but in liking what one does.

Men's second childhood begins when a woman gets a hold of him.

I bowl so slowly that if I don't like a ball I can run after it and bring it back

Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.

That fiend!" Mr. Darling would cry, and Nana's bark was the echo of it, but Mrs. Darling never upbraided Peter; there was something in the right-hand corner of her mouth that wanted her not to call Peter names.