She asked where he lived. Second to the right,' said Peter, 'and then straight on till morning.

It is very well to be able to write a book, but can you waggle your ears?

When she expressed a doubtful hope that Tinker Bell would be glad to see her, he said, ‘Who is Tinker Bell?’ ‘O Peter,’ she said, shocked; but even when she explained he could not remember. ‘There are such a lot of them,’ he said. ‘I expect she is no more.’ I expect he was right, for fairies don’t live long, but they are so little that a short time seems a good while to them.

Peter: Oh, the cleverness of me. Wendy: Of course, I did nothing... Peter: You did a little. Wendy: Oh, the cleverness of you.

Second star to the right and straight on 'til morning.

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

The useless men are those who never change with the years.