Our life is a book to which we add daily, until suddenly we are finished, and then the manuscript is burned. - J.M. Barrie

Off we skip like the most heartless things in the world, which is what children are, but so attractive; and we have an entirely selfish time, and then when we have need of special attention we nobly return for it, confident that we shall be rewarded instead of smacked.

If you have it [love], you don't need to have anything else, and if you don't have it, it doesn't matter much what else you have.

But the years came and went without bringing the careless boy; and when they met again Wendy was a married woman, and Peter was no more to her than a little dust in the box in which she had kept her toys.