Burning With Curiosity

She's Stark Raving Mad!

I Wonder If The Snow Loves The Trees And Fields, That It Kisses Them So Gently? And Then It Covers Them Up Snug, You Know, With A White Quilt; And Perhaps It Says "go To Sleep, Darlings, Till The Summer Comes Again.

I Believe This Thought, Of The Possibility Of Death - If Calmly Realised, And Steadily Faced Would Be One Of The Best Possible Tests As To Our Going To Any Scene Of Amusement Being Right Or Wrong. If The Thought Of Sudden Death Acquires, For You, A Special Horror When Imagined As Happening In A Theatre, Then Be Very Sure The Theatre Is Harmful For You, However Harmless It May Be For Others; And That You Are Incurring A Deadly Peril In Going.

Alice: "how Long Is Forever?" White Rabbit: "sometimes, Just One Second."

If You Set To Work To Believe Everything, You Will Tire Out The Believing-muscles Of Your Mind, And Then You'll Be So Weak You Won't Be Able To Believe The Simplest True Things.