Everything's Got A Moral, If Only You

I Don't See How He Can Ever Finish, If He Doesn't Begin.

In Another Moment Down Went Alice After It, Never Once Considering How In The World She Was To Get Out Again.

Beautiful Soup! Who Cares For Fish, Game Or Any Other Dish? Who Would Not Give All Else For Two Pennyworth Of Beautiful Soup?

Twas Brillig, And The Slithy Toves Did Gyre And Gimble In The Wabe: All Mimsy Were The Borogoves, And The Mome Raths Outgrabe.

The Mad Hatter: "would You Like Some Wine?" Alice: "yes..." The Mad Hatter: "we Haven't Any And You're Too Young.