All Children, Except One, Grow Up.

All You Need Is Trust And A Little Bit Of Pixie Dust!

A Moment After The Fairy's Entrance The Window Was Blown Open By The Breathing Of The Little Stars, And Peter Dropped In.

That Is Ever The Way. Tis All Jealousy To The Bride And Good Wishes To The Corpse.

The Best Of Our Fiction Is By Novelists Who Allow That It Is As Good As They Can Give, And The Worst By Novelists Who Maintain That They Could Do Much Better If Only The Public Would Let Them.

Dreams Do Come True, If We Only Wish Hard Enough, You Can Have Anything In Life If You Will Sacrifice Everything Else For It.