He was a poet; and they are never exactly grown-up.

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

Don't have a mother,' he said. Not only had he no mother, but he had not the slightest desire to have one. He thought them very over-rated persons.

Do you believe in fairies? Say quick that you believe. If you believe, clap your hands!

Odd things happen to all of us on our way through life without our noticing for a time that they have happened.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder… or forgetful.

We are all failures - at least the best of us are.