Fairies have to be one thing or the other, because being so small they unfortunately have room for one feeling only at a time.

It may have been quixotic, but it was magnificent.

Every living thing was shunning him. Poor little Peter Pan, he sat down and cried, and even then he did not know that, for a bird, he was sitting on his wrong part. It is a blessing that he did not know, for otherwise he would have lost faith in his power to fly, and the moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease forever to be able to do it. The reason birds can fly and we can't is simply that they have perfect faith, for to have faith is to have wings.

I think it's perfectly lovely the way you talk about girls.

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

If I were younger, I'd know more.

Strength instead of being the lusty child of passion, grows by grappling with and subduing them.