Be Sure The Safest Rule Is That

And Here Alice Began To Get Rather Sleepy, And Went On Saying To Herself, In A Dreamy Sort Of Way, 'do Cats Eat Bats? Do Cats Eat Bats?' And Sometimes, 'do Bats Eat Cats?' For, You See, As She Couldn't Answer Either Question, It Didn't Much Matter Which Way She Put It.

You Would Have To Be Half-mad To Dream Me Up.

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

That Which Chiefly Causes The Failure Of A Dinner-party, Is The Running Short--not Of Meat, Nor Yet Of Drink, But Of Conversation.

Ill Try The Whole Cause, And Condemn You To Death.