For The Snark Was A Boojum, You

'and How, Who Am I? I Will Remember, If I Can! I'm Determined To Do It!' But Being Determined Didn't Help Much.

If You Do Not Know Where You Want To Go, It Doesn't Matter Which Path You Take.

One Thing Was Certain, That The White Kitten Had Had Nothing To Do With It-- It Was The Black Kitten's Fault Entirely.

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.

If You Limit Your Actions In Life To Things That Nobody Can Possibly Find Fault With, You Will Not Do Much!