Life is a cup of tea; the more heartily we drink the sooner we reach the dregs.

What is algebra exactly; is it those three-cornered things?

Forget them, Wendy. Forget them all. Come with me where you'll never, never have to worry about grown up things again.

Take care, lest an adventure is now offered you, which, if accepted, will plunge you in deepest woe.

Why can't you fly now, mother?" "Because I am grown up, dearest. When people grow up they forget the way." "Why do they forget the way?" "Because they are no longer gay and innocent and heartless. It is only the gay and innocent and heartless who can fly.

But the years came and went without bringing the careless boy; and when they met again Wendy was a married woman, and Peter was no more to her than a little dust in the box in which she had kept her toys.

How shall we ever know if it's morning if there's no servant to pull up the blinds?