Why Is A Raven Like A Writing

And Thus They Give The Time, That Nature Meant For Peaceful Sleep And Meditative Snores, To Ceaseless Din And Mindless Merriment And Waste Of Shoes And Floors.

She Who Saves A Single Soul, Saves The Universe.

You Would Have To Be Half-mad To Dream Me Up.

I'm Very Brave Generally,' He Went On In A Low Voice: 'only Today I Happen To Have A Headache.' (tweedledum)

Cheshire Cat: If I Were Looking For A White Rabbit, I'd Ask The Mad Hatter. Alice: The Mad Hatter? Oh, No No No... Cheshire Cat: Or, You Could Ask The March Hare, In That Direction. Alice: Oh, Thank You. I Think I'll See Him... Cheshire Cat: Of Course, He's Mad, Too. Alice: But I Don't Want To Go Among Mad People. Cheshire Cat: Oh, You Can't Help That. Most Everyone's Mad Here. [laughs Maniacally; Starts To Disappear] Cheshire Cat: You May Have Noticed That I'm Not All There Myself.