Child Of The Pure, Unclouded Brow And

Everybody Has Won, And All Must Have Prizes.

But I Was Thinking Of A Way To Feed Oneself On Batter, And So Go On From Day To Day Getting A Little Fatter.

Epithets, Like Pepper, Give Zest To What You Write; And If You Strew Them Sparely, They Whet The Appetite: But If You Lay Them On Too Thick, You Spoil The Matter Quite!

She's Stark Raving Mad!

When You Have Made A Thorough And Reasonably Long Effort, To Understand A Thing, And Still Feel Puzzled By It, Stop, You Will Only Hurt Yourself By Going On.