We Haven't Any And You're Too Young.

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.

Alice Laughed. 'there's No Use Trying,' She Said. 'one Can't Believe Impossible Things.' I Daresay You Haven't Had Much Practice,' Said The Queen. 'when I Was Your Age, I Always Did It For Half-an-hour A Day. Why, Sometimes I've Believed As Many As Six Impossible Things Before Breakfast. There Goes The Shawl Again!

The Mad Hatter: "would You Like Some Wine?" Alice: "yes..." The Mad Hatter: "we Haven't Any And You're Too Young.

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!

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