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.

If he thought at all, but I don't believe he ever thought, it was that he and his shadow, when brought near each other, would join like drops of water.

Most disquieting reflection of all, was it not bad form to think about good form?

Never say goodbye because goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting.

Never ascribe to an opponent motives meaner than your own.

The man who is in real danger is the man who thinks he is perfectly safe.

I'll teach you how to jump on the wind's back, and then away we go.