I Do Loathe Explanations.

Never Is An Awfully Long Time.

Wendy: Sir, You Are Both Ungallant And Deficient! Peter: How Am I Deficient? Wendy: You're Just A Boy.

Fame Is Rot; Daughters Are The Thing.

The Life Of Every Man Is A Diary In Which He Means To Write One Story, And Writes Another; And His Humblest Hour Is When He Compares The Volume As It Is With What He Vowed To Make It.

We Have A Right To Know The Truth; No Right To Ask Anything Else From God, But The Right To Know That.