If growing up means it would be beneath my dignity to climb a tree, I'll never grow up, never grow up, never grow up! Not me!

I don’t want to go to school and learn solemn things. I don’t want to be a man.

And so when Mrs. Darling went back to the night-nursery to see if her husband was asleep, all the beds were occupied. The children waited for her cry of joy, but it did not come. She saw them, but she did not believe they were there. You see, she saw them in their beds so often in her dreams that she thought this was just the dream hanging around her still.

If 'Hamlet' had been written in these days it would probably have been called 'The Strange Affair at Elsinore.

Two is the beginning of the end.

Again came that ringing crow, and Peter dropped in front of them. "Greeting, boys," he cried, and mechanically they saluted, and then again was silence. He frowned. "I am back," he said hotly, "why do you not cheer?

Our life is a book to which we add daily, until suddenly we are finished, and then the manuscript is burned.