Pan, Who And What Art

May God Blast Anyone Who Writes A Biography Of Me.

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.

You Were Hidden Behind Walls Of Ice; No Man Had Passed Them; I Broke Them Down And Love Leapt To Love, And You Lie Here, My Beautiful, Love In The Arms Of Its Lover.

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.

Some Day,' Said Smee, 'the Clock Will Run Down, And Then He'll Get You.' Hook Wetted His Dry Lips, 'aye,' He Said, 'that's The Fear That Haunts Me.