You see, dear, it is not true that woman was made from man's rib; she was made from his funny bone. — 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
He was a little boy, and she was grown up. She huddled by the fire not daring to move, helpless and guilty,… — 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 Image
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 Image
Courage: The lovely virtue-the rib of Himself that God sent down to His children. — James M. Barrie Copy Share Image
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 Image
Has it ever struck you that trout bite best on the Sabbath? God's critters tempting decent men. — James M. Barrie Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
He who distributes the milk of human kindness cannot help but spill a little on himself. — James M. Barrie Copy Share Image
