You Shouldn't Make Jokes If It Makes

You Have To Run As Fast As You Can Just To Stay Where You Are. If You Want To Get Anywhere, You'll Have To Run Much Faster.

She Was A Little Startled By Seeing The Cheshire Cat Sitting On A Bough Of A Tree A Few Yards Off. The Cat Only Grinned When It Saw Alice.

And My Heart Is Like Nothing So Much As A Bowl Brimming Over With Quivering Curds!

When, As A Child, I First Opened My Eyes On A Sunday-morning, A Feeling Of Dismal Anicipation, Which Began At Least On The Friday,culminated. I Knew What Was Before Me, And My Wish, If Not My Word, Was "would God It Were Evening!" It Was No Day Of Rest, But A Day Of Texts, Of Catechisms (watts'), Of Tracts About Converted Swearers, Godly Charwomen, And Edifying Deaths Of Sinners Saved.... There Was But One Rosy Spot, In The Distance, All That Day: And That Was "bed-time," Which Never Could Come Too Early!

It’s A Miserable Story!” Said Bruno. “it Begins Miserably, And It Ends Miserablier. I Think I Shall Cry. Sylvie, Please Lend Me Your Handkerchief.” “i Haven’t Got It With Me,” Sylvie Whispered. “then I Won’t Cry,” Said Bruno Manfully.