How shall we ever know if it's morning if there's no servant to pull up the blinds?

The door', replied Maimie, 'will always, always be open, and mother will always be waiting at it for me.

I suppose it's like the ticking crocodile, isn't it? Time is chasing after all of us.

Nobody really wants us. So let us watch and say jaggy things, in the hope that some of them will hurt.

He who distributes the milk of human kindness cannot help but spill a little on himself.

Second to the right, and straight on till morning.' That, Peter had told Wendy, was the way to the Neverland; but even birds, carrying maps and consulting them at windy corners, could not have sighted it with these instructions. Peter, you see, just said anything that came into his head.

Mr. Darling used to boast to Wendy that her mother not only loved him but respected him. He was one of those deep ones who know about stocks and shares. Of course no one really knows, but he quite seemed to know, and he often said stocks were up and shares were down in a way that would have made any woman respect him.