Ill Try The Whole Cause, And Condemn

Child Of The Pure Unclouded Brow And Dreaming Eyes Of Wonder! Though Time Be Fleet, And I And Thou Are Half A Life Asunder, Thy Loving Smile Will Surely Hail The Love-gift Of A Fairy-tale.

Cheshire Cat: If I Were Looking For A White Rabbit, I'd Ask The Mad Hatter. Alice: The Mad Hatter? Oh, No No No... Cheshire Cat: Or, You Could Ask The March Hare, In That Direction. Alice: Oh, Thank You. I Think I'll See Him... Cheshire Cat: Of Course, He's Mad, Too. Alice: But I Don't Want To Go Among Mad People. Cheshire Cat: Oh, You Can't Help That. Most Everyone's Mad Here. [laughs Maniacally; Starts To Disappear] Cheshire Cat: You May Have Noticed That I'm Not All There Myself.

I Maintain That Any Writer Of A Book Is Fully Authorised In Attaching Any Meaning He Likes To A Word Or Phrase He Intends To Use. If I Find An Author Saying, At The Beginning Of His Book, "let It Be Understood That By The Word 'black' I Shall Always Mean 'white,' And By The Word 'white' I Shall Always Mean 'black,'" I Meekly Accept His Ruling, However Injudicious I Think It.

Do Not, Oh Do Not Indulge Such A Wild Idea That A Newspaper Might Err! If So What Have We To Trust In This Age Of Sham?

While The Laughter Of Joy Is In Full Harmony With Our Deeper Life, The Laughter Of Amusement Should Be Kept Apart From It. The Danger Is Too Great Of Thus Learning To Look At Solemn Things In A Spirit Of Mockery, And To Seek In Them Opportunities For Exercising Wit.