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!

God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.

Nobody really wants us. So let us watch and say jaggy things, in the hope that some of them will hurt.

Feeling that Peter was on his way back, the Neverland had again woke into life. We ought to use the pluperfect and say wakened, but woke is better and was always used by Peter.

...it was like an examination paper that asks grammar, when what you want to be asked is Kings of England.

I know, I feel, that with the introduction of tobacco England woke up from a long sleep. Suddenly a new zest had been given to life. The glory of existence became a thing to speak of. Men who had hitherto only concerned themselves with the narrow things of home put a pipe into their mouths and became philosophers.

It may have been quixotic, but it was magnificent.