All That Matters Is What We Do

Alice Had Got So Much Into The Way Of Expecting Nothing But Out-of-the-way Things To Happen, That It Seemed Quite Dull And Stupid For Life To Go On In The Common Way.

I Said You Looked Like An Egg, Sir. And Some Eggs Are Very Pretty, You Know.

It's A Great Huge Game Of Chess That's Being Played--all Over The World--if This Is The World At All, You Know. Oh, What Fun It Is! How I Wish I Was One Of Them! I Wouldn't Mind Being A Pawn, If Only I Might Join--though Of Course I Should Like To Be A Queen, Best.

Fading, With The Night, The Memory Of A Dead Love, And The Withered Leaves Of A Blighted Hope, And The Sickly Repinings And Moody Regrets That Numb The Best Energies Of The Soul: And Rising, Broadening, Rolling Upward Like A Living Flood, The Manly Resolve, And The Dauntless Will, And The Heavenward Gaze Of Faith-the Substance Of Things Hoped For, The Evidence Of Things Not Seen!

‎you're Not The Same As You Were Before," He Said. You Were Much More... Muchier... You've Lost Your Muchness.