"Build a house?" exclaimed John. "For the Wendy," said Curly. "For Wendy?" John said, aghast. "Why, she is only a girl!" "That," explained Curly, … - J.M. Barrie

The secret of happiness is not in doing what one likes, but in liking what one does.

There could not have been a lovelier sight; but there was none to see it except a little boy who was staring in at the window. He had ecstasies innumerable that other children can never know; but he was looking through the window at the one joy from which he must be for ever barred.

In time they could not even fly after their hats. Want of practice, they called it; but what it really meant was that they no longer believed.