He Was A Poet; And They Are

You Must Have Been Warned Against Letting The Golden Hours Slip By; But Some Of Them Are Golden Only Because We Let Them Slip By.

She's Awfully Fond Of Wendy,' He Said To Himself. He Was Angry With Her Now For Not Seeing Why She Could Not Have Wendy. The Reason Was So Simple: 'i'm Fond Of Her Too. We Can't Both Have Her, Lady.

...it Was Like An Examination Paper That Asks Grammar, When What You Want To Be Asked Is Kings Of England.

When She Expressed A Doubtful Hope That Tinker Bell Would Be Glad To See Her, He Said, ‘who Is Tinker Bell?’ ‘o Peter,’ She Said, Shocked; But Even When She Explained He Could Not Remember. ‘there Are Such A Lot Of Them,’ He Said. ‘i Expect She Is No More.’ I Expect He Was Right, For Fairies Don’t Live Long, But They Are So Little That A Short Time Seems A Good While To Them.

The Useless Men Are Those Who Never Change With The Years.