Why Is A Raven Like A Writing

Alice Tried Another Question. "what Sort Of People Live About Here?" "in That Direction," The Cat Said, Waving Its Right Paw Round, "lives A Hatter: And In That Direction," Waving The Other Paw, "lives A March Hare. Visit Either You Like: They're Both Mad." "but I Don't Want To Go Among Mad People," Alice Remarked. "oh, You Can't Help That," Said The Cat: "we're All Mad Here. I'm Mad. You're Mad." "how Do You Know I'm Mad?" Said Alice. "you Must Be," Said The Cat, "or You Wouldn't Have Come Here."

No Ghost Of Any Common Sense Begins A Conversation

So She Sat On With Closed Eyes, And Half Believed Herself In Wonderland, Though She Knew She Had But To Open Them Again, And All Would Change To Dull Reality.

While The Laughter Of Joy Is In Full Harmony With Our Deeper Life, The Laughter Of Amusement Should Be Kept Apart From It. The Danger Is Too Great Of Thus Learning To Look At Solemn Things In A Spirit Of Mockery, And To Seek In Them Opportunities For Exercising Wit.

The Good And Great Must Ever Shun That Reckless And Abandoned One Who Stoops To Perpetrate A Pun.