You Would Have To Be Half-mad To

Have I Gone Mad? Im Afraid So, But Let Me Tell You Something, The Best People Usualy Are.

Do You Hear The Snow Against The Windowpanes, Kitty? How Nice And Soft It Sounds! Just As If Some One Was Kissing The Window All Over Outside. I Wonder If The Snow Loves The Trees And Fields, That It Kisses Them So Gently? And Then It Covers Them Up Snug, You Know, With A White Quilt; And Perhaps It Says, 'go To Sleep, Darlings, Till The Summer Comes Again.' And When They Wake Up In The Summer, Kitty, They Dress Themselves All In Green, And Dance About - Whenever The Wind Blows.

There's Nothing A Well-regulated Child Hates So Much As Regularity. I Believe A Really Healthy Boy Would Thoroughly Enjoy Greek Grammar--if Only He Might Stand On His Head To Learn It!

I Confess I Do Not Admire Naked Boys. They Always Seem To Me To Need Clothes, Whereas One Hardly Sees Why The Lovely Forms Of Girls Should Ever Be Covered Up.

Either It Brings Tears To Their Eyes, Or Else -" "or Else What?" Said Alice, For The Knight Had Made A Sudden Pause. "or Else It Doesn't, You Know.