Every Story Has A Moral You Just

I'd Give All The Wealth That Years Have Piled, The Slow Result Of Life's Decay, To Be Once More A Little Child For One Bright Summer Day.

It's Always Tea-time.

When I’m A Duchess,” She Said To Herself (not In A Very Hopeful Tone Though), “i Won’t Have Any Pepper In My Kitchen At All. Soup Does Very Well Without. Maybe It’s Always Pepper That Makes People Hot-tempered,” She Went On, Very Much Pleased At Having Found Out A New Kind Of Rule, “and Vinegar That Makes Them Sour—and Camomile That Makes Them Bitter—and—and Barley-sugar And Such Things That Make Children Sweet-tempered. I Only Wish People Knew That; Then They Wouldn’t Be So Stingy About It, You Know—

In Autumn, When The Leaves Are Brown, Take Pen And Ink, And Write It Down.

"can You Do Addition?" The White Queen Said. "what's One And One And One And One And One And One And One And One And One And One?" "i Don't Know," Said Alice. "i Lost Count." "she Can't Do Addition," The Red Queen Interrupted.