Ill Try The Whole Cause, And Condemn

Alice Had Got So Much Into The Way Of Expecting Nothing But Out-of-the-way Things To Happen, That It Seemed Quite Dull And Stupid For Life To Go On In The Common Way.

All In The Golden Afternoon Full Leisurely We Glide; For Both Our Oars, With Little Skill, By Little Arms Are Plied, While Little Hands Make Vain Pretence Our Wanderings To Guide.

Death Is Always Sad, I Suppose, To Us Who Look Forward To It: I Expect It Will Seem Very Different When We Can Look Back Upon It.

There Ought To Be A Book Written About Me, That There Ought!

I Should Like The Whole Race Of Nurses To Be Abolished: Children Should Be With Their Mother As Much As Possible, In My Opinion.