Never Is An Awfully Long Time.

The Gates Of Heaven Are So Easily Found When We Are Little, And They Are Always Standing Open To Let Children Wander In.

Fame Is Rot; Daughters Are The Thing.

But The Years Came And Went Without Bringing The Careless Boy; And When They Met Again Wendy Was A Married Woman, And Peter Was No More To Her Than A Little Dust In The Box In Which She Had Kept Her Toys.

Yet If He Upbraided Her In His Hurry, It Was To Repent Bitterly His Temper The Next, And To Feel Its Effects More Than She, Temper Being A Weapon That We Hold By The Blade.

The Reason Birds Can Fly And We Can't Is Simply That They Have Perfect Faith, For To Have Faith Is To Have Wings.