Consider Anything, Only Don’t Cry!

In Autumn, When The Leaves Are Brown, Take Pen And Ink, And Write It Down.

Alice: This Is Impossible. The Mad Hatter: Only If You Believe It Is.

She Was A Little Startled By Seeing The Cheshire Cat Sitting On A Bough Of A Tree A Few Yards Off. The Cat Only Grinned When It Saw Alice.

Do You Hear The Snow Against The Windowpanes, Kitty? How Nice And Soft It Sounds! Just As If Some One Was Kissing The Window All Over Outside. 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.' And When They Wake Up In The Summer, Kitty, They Dress Themselves All In Green, And Dance About - Whenever The Wind Blows.

Have I Gone Mad? Im Afraid So, But Let Me Tell You Something, The Best People Usualy Are.