He Was Never More Sinister Than When

You Need Not Be Sorry For Her. She Was One Of The Kind That Likes To Grow Up. In The End She Grew Up Of Her Own Free Will A Day Quicker Than The Other Girls.

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

Stars Are Beautiful, But They Must Not Take An Active Part In Anything, They Must Just Look On Forever. It Is A Punishment Put On Them For Something They Did So Long Ago That No Star Now Knows What It Was.

It Is Frightfully Difficult To Know Much About The Fairies, And Almost The Only Thing For Certain Is That There Are Fairies Wherever There Are Children.

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.