Forget Not Your Past, For In The

The Moment You Doubt Whether You Can Fly, You Cease For Ever To Be Able To Do It.

No, No," Mr. Darling Always Said, "i Am Responsible For It All. I, George Darling, Did It. Mea Culpa, Mea Culpa." He Had Had A Classical Education.

Fairies Don’t Live Long, But They Are So Little That A Short Time Seems A Good While To Them

Years Rolled On Again, And Wendy Had A Daughter. This Ought Not To Be Written In Ink But In A Golden Splash.

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.