Off we skip like the most heartless things in the world, which is what children are, but so attractive; and we have an entirely selfish time, and then when we have need of special attention we nobly return for it, confident that we shall be rewarded instead of smacked.

Peter: Oh, the cleverness of me. Wendy: Of course, I did nothing... Peter: You did a little. Wendy: Oh, the cleverness of you.

In England, justice is open to all - like the Ritz Hotel.

Fame is rot; daughters are the thing.

She was a large woman who seemed not so much dressed as upholstered.

You see, dear, it is not true that woman was made from man's rib; she was made from his funny bone.

The gates of heaven are so easily found when we are little, and they are always standing open to let children wander in.