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

If you shut your eyes and are a lucky one, you may see at times a shapeless pool of lovely pale colours suspended in the darkness; then if you squeeze your eyes tighter, the pool begins to take shape, and the colours become so vivid that with another squeeze they must go on fire.

In time they could not even fly after their hats. Want of practice, they called it; but what it really meant was that they no longer believed.

You always know after you are two. Two is the beginning of the end.

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.

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

We have a right to know the truth; no right to ask anything else from God, but the right to know that.