Keep Your Temper, Said The Caterpillar.

What Do You Suppose Is The Use Of A Child Without Any Meaning? Even A Joke Should Have Some Meaning-- And A Child's More Imporant Than A Joke, I Hope. You Couldn't Deny That, Even If You Tried With Both Hands.

Where One Is Hopelessly Undecided As To What To Say, There (as Confucius Would Have Said, If They Had Given Him The Opportunity) Silence Is Golden.

You Couldn't Have It If You Did Want It.

When I Come Upon Anything-in Logic Or In Any Other Hard Subject-that Entirely Puzzles Me, I Find It A Capital Plan To Talk It Over, Aloud, Even When I Am All Alone. One Can Explain Things So Clearly To One's Self! And Then, You Know, One Is So Patient With One's Self: One Never Gets Irritated At One's Own Stupidity!

I Wish I Could Manage To Be Glad! Only I Never Can Remember The Rule. You Must Be Very Happy, Living In This Wood, And Being Glad Whenever You Like!