Wendy: Sir, You Are Both Ungallant And

All Children, Except One, Grow Up. They Soon Know That They Will Grow Up, And The Way Wendy Knew Was This. One Day When She Was Two Years Old She Was Playing In A Garden, And She Plucked Another Flower And Ran With It To Her Mother. I Suppose She Must Have Looked Rather Delightful, For Mrs Darling Put Her Hand To Her Heart And Cried, ‘oh, Why Can’t You Remain Like This For Ever!’ This Was All That Passed Between Them On The Subject, But Henceforth Wendy Knew That She Must Grow Up. You Always Know After You Are Two. Two Is The Beginning Of The End.

If He Thought At All, But I Don't Believe He Ever Thought, It Was That He And His Shadow, When Brought Near Each Other, Would Join Like Drops Of Water.

I Have Always Found That The Man Whose Second Thoughts Are Good Is Worth Watching.

The Elizabethan Age Might Be Better Named The Beginning Of The Smoking Era.

He Was A Little Boy, And She Was Grown Up. She Huddled By The Fire Not Daring To Move, Helpless And Guilty, A Big Woman.