Ghosts were created when the first man awoke in the night.

All you need is trust and a little bit of pixie dust!

Strength instead of being the lusty child of passion, grows by grappling with and subduing them.

Dreams do come true, if we only wish hard enough, You can have anything in life if you will sacrifice everything else for it.

After you have been unfair to him he will love you again, but he will never afterwards be quite the same boy. No one ever gets over the first unfairness; no one except Peter.

Those who bring sunshine into the lives of others cannot keep it from themselves.

Wendy," Peter Pan continued in a voice that no woman has ever yet been able to resist, "Wendy, one girl is more use than twenty boys.

The life of every man is a diary in which he means to write one story, and writes another; and his humblest hour is when he compares the volume as it is with what he vowed to make it.

Wendy, Wendy, when you are sleeping in your silly bed you might be flying about with me saying funny things to the stars.

Peter: Oh, the cleverness of me. Wendy: Of course, I did nothing... Peter: You did a little. Wendy: Oh, the cleverness of you.

Build a house?" exclaimed John. "For the Wendy," said Curly. "For Wendy?" John said, aghast. "Why, she is only a girl!" "That," explained Curly, "is why we are her servants.

Only people who're positive enough to have friends have enemies. When you're as glum and morose as he was, people just give up and go away.

When you lose your face..., it is like dropping your necklace down a well. The only way you can get it back is to fall in after it.

Did your mother never tell you not to drink on an empty head?

In answering an opponent, arrange your ideas, but not your words.

Insanity is believing your hallucinations are real. Religion is believing that other peoples' hallucinations are real.

It is better to be a little too strict than too liberal.

Criticks are like brushers of Noblemens cloaths.

as some strings, untouched, sound when no one is speaking. So it was when love slipped inside us.

I'm still an obsessive personality, and I still think I'm right, and I still believe my literary balls hang far lower than nearly anyone else's alive.

What you believe about the future shapes, informs, and determines how you live now.