The praise that comes from love does not make us vain, but more humble. — James M. Barrie Copy Share Image
I bowl so slowly that if I don't like a ball I can run after it and bring it back — James M. Barrie Copy Share Image
She was a large woman who seemed not so much dressed as upholstered. — James M. Barrie Copy Share Image
In love-making, as in other arts, those who do it best cannot tell how it is done. — James M. Barrie Copy Share Image
You were hidden behind walls of ice; no man had passed them; I broke them down and love leapt to love, and… — James M. Barrie Copy Share Image
The praise that comes of love does not make us vain, but humble rather. Knowing what we are, the pride that shines… — James M. Barrie Copy Share Image
Let no one who loves be unhappy, even love unreturned has its rainbow. — James M. Barrie Copy Share Image
A loving wife is better than making 50 in cricket, or even 99, beyond that I will not go. — James M. Barrie Copy Share Image
How shall we ever know if it's morning if there's no servant to pull up the blinds? — James M. Barrie Copy Share
We should be slower to think that the man at his worst is the real man, and certain that the better we are ourselves… — James M. Barrie Copy Share
Courage: The lovely virtue-the rib of Himself that God sent down to His children. — James M. Barrie Copy Share
Because you see when a new baby laughs for the first time a new fairy is born, and as there are always new babies… — James M. Barrie Copy Share
Has it ever struck you that trout bite best on the Sabbath? God's critters tempting decent men. — James M. Barrie Copy Share
Wise children always choose a mother who was a shocking flirt in her maiden days, and so had several offers before she accepted their… — James M. Barrie Copy Share
It's a sort of bloom on a woman. If you have it, you don't need to have anything else, and if you don't have… — James M. Barrie Copy Share
If growing up means it would be beneath my dignity to climb a tree, I'll never grow up, never grow up, never grow up!… — James M. Barrie Copy Share
He who distributes the milk of human kindness cannot help but spill a little on himself. — James M. Barrie Copy Share
