Every living thing was shunning him. Poor little Peter Pan, he sat down and cried, and even then he did not know that, for a bird, he was sitting on his wrong part. It is a blessing that he did not know, for otherwise he would have lost faith in his power to fly, and the moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease forever to be able to do it. The reason birds can fly and we can't is simply that they have perfect faith, for to have faith is to have wings.

We are all failures - at least the best of us are.

He looked at her uncomfortably; blinking, you know, like one not sure whether he was awake or asleep.

We never understand how little we need in this world until we know the loss of it.

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

God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.

Courage: The lovely virtue-the rib of Himself that God sent down to His children.