Fame Is Rot; Daughters Are

So Come With Me, Where Dreams Are Born, And Time Is Never Planned. Just Think Of Happy Things, And Your Heart Will Fly On Wings, Forever, In Never Never Land!

Wise Children Always Choose A Mother Who Was A Shocking Flirt In Her Maiden Days, And So Had Several Offers Before She Accepted Their Fortunate Papa.

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.

On These Magic Shores Children At Play Are For Ever Beaching Their Coracles. We Too Have Been There; We Can Still Hear The Sound Of The Surf, Though We Shall Land No More.

Always Try To Be A Litle Kinder Than Necessary.