The secret of happiness is not in doing what one likes, but in liking what one does.

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.

For several days after my first book was published, I carried it about in my pocket and took surreptitious peeps at it to make sure the ink had not faded.

I taught you to fight and to fly. What more could there be?

Take care, lest an adventure is now offered you, which, if accepted, will plunge you in deepest woe.

Do you believe in fairies? Say quick that you believe. If you believe, clap your hands!

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