A Thick Stick In One's Hand Makes

My View Of Life Is, That It's Next To Impossible To Convince Anybody Of Anything.

I'll Try If I Know All The Things I Used To Know. Let Me See: Four Times Five Is Twelve, And Four Times Six Is Thirteen, And Four Times Seven Is - Oh Dear! I Shall Never Get To Twenty At That Rate!

And, Has Thou Slain The Jabberwock? Come To My Arms, My Beamish Boy! O Frabjous Day! Callooh! Callay! He Chortled In His Joy.

If There's No Meaning In It," Said The King, "that Saves A World Of Trouble, You Know, As We Needn't Try To Find Any. And Yet I Don't Know," He Went On [...]; "i Seem To See Some Meaning In Them, After All.

No Ghost Of Any Common Sense Begins A Conversation