If I Were Younger, I'd Know More.

The Door', Replied Maimie, 'will Always, Always Be Open, And Mother Will Always Be Waiting At It For Me.

What Is Genius? It Is The Power To Be A Boy Again At Will.

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

You Were Hidden Behind Walls Of Ice; No Man Had Passed Them; I Broke Them Down And Love Leapt To Love, And You Lie Here, My Beautiful, Love In The Arms Of Its Lover.

The Secret Of Happiness Is Not In Doing What One Likes, But In Liking What One Does.