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.

Feeling that Peter was on his way back, the Neverland had again woke into life. We ought to use the pluperfect and say wakened, but woke is better and was always used by Peter.

Has it ever struck you that trout bite best on the Sabbath? God's critters tempting decent men.

When a new baby laughs for the first time a new fairy is born, and as there are always new babies there are always new fairies.

I do believe in fairies, I do, I do.

I have always found that the man whose second thoughts are good is worth watching.