Is Life Itself A Dream, I Wonder?

Who Did You Pass On The Road?" The King Went On, Holding Out His Hand To The Messenger For Some More Hay. "nobody," Said The Messenger. "quite Right," Said The King; "this Young Lady Saw Him Too. So Of Course Nobody Walks Slower Than You." "i Do My Best," The Messenger Said In A Sullen Tone. "i'm Sure Nobody Walks Much Faster Than I Do!" "he Can't Do That," Said The King, "or Else He'd Have Been Here First.

Whatever Is Worth Doing Is Worth Doing Well.

"well, I Never Heard It Before," Said The Mock Turtle; "but It Sounds Uncommon Nonsense."

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

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