In Love-making, As In Other Arts, Those

The Man Of Science Appears To Be The Only Man Who Has Something To Say Just Now, And The Only Man Who Does Not Know How To Say It.

Of Course The Neverlands Vary A Good Deal. John's, For Instance, Had A Lagoon With Flamingos Flying Over It At Which John Was Shooting, While Michael, Who Was Very Small, Had A Flamingo With Lagoons Flying Over It. John Lived In A Boat Turned Upside Down On The Sands, Michael In A Wigwam, Wendy In A House Of Leaves Deftly Sewn Together. John Had No Friends, Michael Had Friends At Night, Wendy Had A Pet Wolf Forsaken By Its Parents.

Never Is An Awfully Long Time.

It's A Sort Of Bloom On A Woman. If You Have It, You Don't Need To Have Anything Else, And If You Don't Have It, It Doesn't Much Matter What Else You Have. Some Women, The Few, Have Charm For All; And Most Have Charm For One. But Some Have Charm For None.

Shall We Make A New Rule Of Life From Tonight: Always To Try To Be A Little Kinder Than Is Necessary?