What I Tell You Three Times Is

Beautiful Soup! Who Cares For Fish, Game Or Any Other Dish? Who Would Not Give All Else For Two Pennyworth Of Beautiful Soup?

In A Wonderland They Lie, Dreaming As The Days Go By, Dreaming As The Summers Die: Ever Drifting Down The Stream- Lingering In The Golden Gleam- Life, What Is It But A Dream?

Alice: This Is Impossible. The Mad Hatter: Only If You Believe It Is.

Take Care Of The Sense And The Sounds Will Take Care Of Themselves.

When All Has Been Considered, It Seems To Me To Be The Irresistible Intuition That Infinite Punishment For Finite Sin Would Be Unjust, And Therefore Wrong. We Feel That Even Weak And Erring Man Would Shrink From Such An Act. And We Cannot Conceive Of God As Acting On A Lower Standard Of Right And Wrong.