Barrie, James M. (1860 – 1937), Scottish dramatist & novelist
We are all of us failures, at least, the best of us are.
Ambition – it is the last infirmity of noble minds.
Temper is a weapon that we hold by the blade.
The most useless are those who never change through the years.
Never ascribe to an opponent motives meaner than your own.
To die will be an awfully big adventure.
The secret of happiness in not in what one likes to do, but in what one has to do.
Life is a long lesson in humility.
That is ever the way. ‘Tis all jealousy to the bride and good wishes to the corpse.
If you have love you don’t need to have anything else. If you don’t have it it doesn’t matter much what else you do have.
Let no one who loves be unhappy. Even love unreturned has its rainbow.
The best place a person can die, is where they die for others.
God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December.
Strength instead of being the lusty child of passions, grows by grappling with and subduing them.
You must have been warned against letting the golden hours slip by; but some of them are golden only because we let them slip by.
We never understand how little we need in this world until we know the loss of it.
Dreams do come true, if we only wish hard enough. You can have anything in life if you will sacrifice everything else for it.
I know not, sir, whether Bacon wrote the works of Shakespeare, but if he did not it seems to me that he missed the opportunity of his life.
Every time a child says ‘I don’t believe in fairies’ there is a little fairy somewhere that falls down dead.
Those who bring sunshine into the lives of others cannot keep it from themselves.
Nothing is really work unless you would rather be doing something else.
I’m youth, I’m joy, I’m a little bird that has broken out of the egg.
There are few more impressive sights in the world than a Scotsman on the make.
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.
The praise that comes from love does not make us vain, but more humble.
For several days after my first book was published, I carried it about in my pocket and took surreptitious peeps at it to make sure the ink had not faded.
Always be a little kinder than necessary.
