"take Some More Tea," The March Hare

There's No Use In Comparing One's Feelings Between One Day And The Next; You Must Allow A Reasonable Interval, For The Direction Of Change To Show Itself.

No Discussion Between Two Persons Can Be Of Any Use, Until Each Knows Clearly What It Is That The Other Asserts.

Fading, With The Night, The Memory Of A Dead Love, And The Withered Leaves Of A Blighted Hope, And The Sickly Repinings And Moody Regrets That Numb The Best Energies Of The Soul: And Rising, Broadening, Rolling Upward Like A Living Flood, The Manly Resolve, And The Dauntless Will, And The Heavenward Gaze Of Faith-the Substance Of Things Hoped For, The Evidence Of Things Not Seen!

Alice! A Childish Story Take, And With A Gentle Hand, Lay It Where Childhood's Dreams Are Twined In Memory's Mystic Band, Like Pilgrim's Withered Wreath Of Flowers Plucked In Far-off Land.

Would You Tell Me, Please, Which Way I Ought To Go From Here?