All children, except one, grow up. They soon know that they will grow up, and the way Wendy knew was this. One day when she was two years old she was playing in a garden, and she plucked another flower and ran with it to her mother. I suppose she must have looked rather delightful, for Mrs Darling put her hand to her heart and cried, ‘Oh, why can’t you remain like this for ever!’ This was all that passed between them on the subject, but henceforth Wendy knew that she must grow up. You always know after you are two. Two is the beginning of the end.

All of this has happened before, and it will all happen again.

His lordship may compel us to be equal upstairs, but there will never be equality in the servants' hall.

All are keeping a sharp look-out in front, but none suspects that the danger may be creeping up from behind.

A loving wife is better than making 50 in cricket, or even 99, beyond that I will not go.

When the first baby laughed for the first time, the laugh broke into a thousand pieces and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies.

Have you noticed that many jewels make women either incredibly fat or incredibly thin?