With A Sort Of Mental Squint.

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."

One Of The Secrets Of Life Is That All That Is Really Worth The Doing Is What We Do For Others.

"the Horror Of That Moment," The King Went On, "i Shall Never, Never Forget!" "you Will, Though," The Queen Said, "if You Don't Make A Memorandum Of It."

Mad Hatter: Would You Like A Little More Tea? Alice: Well, I Haven't Had Any Yet, So I Can't Very Well Take More. March Hare: Ah, You Mean You Can't Very Well Take Less. Mad Hatter: Yes. You Can Always Take More Than Nothing.

No Good Fish Goes Anywhere Without A Porpoise.