We should be slower to think that the man at his worst is the real man, and certain that the better we are ourselves the less likely is he to be at his worst in our company. Every time he talks away his own character before us he is signifying contempt for ours.
Fame is rot; daughters are the thing.
See," he said, "the arrow struck against this. It is the kiss I gave her. It has saved her life.
Next moment he was standing erect on the rock again, with that smile on his face and a drum beating within him. It was saying, "To die will be an awfully big adventure.
That is ever the way. Tis all jealousy to the bride and good wishes to the corpse.
They have long lost count of the days, but always if they want to do anything special they say this is saturday night, and then they do it.
He was never more sinister than when he was most polite.
Heaven for climate, Hell for company.
The fairies, as their custom, clapped their hands with delight over their cleverness, and they were so madly in love with the little house that they could not bear to think they had finished it.
Can anything harm us, mother, after the night-lights are lit?" Nothing, precious," she said; "they are the eyes a mother leaves behind her to guard her children.
A house is never still in darkness to those who listen intently; there is a whispering in distant chambers, an unearthly hand presses the snib of the window, the latch rises. Ghosts were created when the first man awoke in the night.
You always know after you are two. Two is the beginning of the end.
Two is the beginning of the end.
Never is an awfully long time.
Because you see when a new baby laughs for the first time a new fairy is born, and as there are always new babies there are always new fairies. They live in nests on the tops of trees; and the mauve ones are boys and the white ones are girls, and the blue ones are just little sillies who are not sure what they are.
She asked where he lived. Second to the right,' said Peter, 'and then straight on till morning.
Yet if he upbraided her in his hurry, it was to repent bitterly his temper the next, and to feel its effects more than she, temper being a weapon that we hold by the blade.
Oh the gladness of their gladness when they're glad, And the sadness of their sadness when they're sad; But the gladness of their gladness, and the sadness of their sadness, Are as nothing to their badness when they're bad
..children know such a lot now, they soon don't believe in fairies, and every time a child says, 'I don't believe in fairies,' there is a fairy somewhere that falls down dead.
In love-making, as in other arts, those who do it best cannot tell how it is done.
One could mention many lovable traits in Smee. For instance, after killing, it was his spectacles he wiped instead of his weapon.
His lordship may compel us to be equal upstairs, but there will never be equality in the servants' hall.
I bowl so slowly that if I don't like a ball I can run after it and bring it back
She was a large woman who seemed not so much dressed as upholstered.
He was a poet; and they are never exactly grown-up.
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