A woman can be anything the man who loves her would have her be.
How shall we ever know if it's morning if there's no servant to pull up the blinds?
And if he forgets them so quickly," Wendy argued, "how can we expect that he will go on remembering us?
Never ascribe to an opponent motives meaner than your own.
All of this has happened before, and it will all happen again.
Fame is rot; daughters are the thing.