I Don't Believe There's An Atom Of

In Some Ways, You Know, People That Don't Exist, Are Much Nicer Than People That Do.

'what Is The Use Of A Book', Thought Alice, 'without Pictures Or Conversations?'

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

One! Two! And Through And Through The Vorpal Blade Went Snickersnack! He Left It Dead, And With Its Head He Went Galumphing Back.

Whatever Is Worth Doing Is Worth Doing Well.