Absence makes the heart grow fonder… or forgetful.

Pan, who and what art thou?" he cried huskily. "I'm youth, I'm joy," Peter answered at a venture, "I'm a little bird that has broken out of the egg.

He was a little boy, and she was grown up. She huddled by the fire not daring to move, helpless and guilty, a big woman.

Off we skip like the most heartless things in the world, which is what children are, but so attractive; and we have an entirely selfish time, and then when we have need of special attention we nobly return for it, confident that we shall be rewarded instead of smacked.

Facts were never pleasing to him. He acquired them with reluctance and got rid of them with relief. He was never on terms with them until he had stood them on their heads.

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

You just think lovely wonderful thoughts," Peter explained, "and they lift you up in the air.