God gave us memories that we might have roses in December.

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.

There's a major fault in Western society. It makes room for only one god, and in only one gender. There's no balance, no co-existence, no partnership.

The world is larger and more beautiful than my little struggle.

Thinking is the hardest work there is, which is probably the reason so few engage in it.

Ah tell me not that memory Sheds gladness o'er the past What is recalled by faded flowers Save that they did not last?

My belief is in the chaos of the world and that you have to find your peace within the chaos and that you still have to find some sort of mission.

I know I'm in the exceptional position of having money but I didn't have it for many decades.

You are free, you just don't know it" ~Michael to Sarah

Diamonds are the tears of the poor.

Each man lives love in his limited fashion and does not seem to relate the resultant confusion and loneliness to his lack of knowledge about love.