Boy, Why Are You Crying?

All The World Is Made Of Faith, And Trust, And Pixie Dust.

Two Is The Beginning Of The End.

To Die Will Be An Awfully Big Adventure.

The Best Of Our Fiction Is By Novelists Who Allow That It Is As Good As They Can Give, And The Worst By Novelists Who Maintain That They Could Do Much Better If Only The Public Would Let Them.

You Won't Forget Me, Peter, Will You, Before Spring-cleaning Time Comes? Of Course Peter Promised, And Then He Flew Away. He Took Mrs. Darling's Kiss With Him. The Kiss That Had Been For No One Else Peter Took Quite Easily. Funny. But She Seemd Satisfied.