Heaven For Climate, Hell For Company.

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

One's Religion Is Whatever He Is Most Interested In.

What Is Afraid?' Asked Peter Longingly. He Thought It Must Be Some Splendid Thing. 'i Do Wish You Would Teach Me How To Be Afraid, Maimie,' He Said.

All The World Is Made Of Faith, And Trust, And Pixie Dust.

Some Of My Plays Peter Out And Some Pan Out.