Do You Know, I Always Thought Unicorns

Beautiful Soup! Who Cares For Fish, Game Or Any Other Dish? Who Would Not Give All Else For Two Pennyworth Of Beautiful Soup?

The Further Off From England The Nearer Is To France- Then Turn Not Pale, Beloved Snail, But Come And Join The Dance.

Be Sure The Safest Rule Is That We Should Not Dare To Live In Any Scene In Which We Dare Not Die. But, Once Realise What The True Object Is In Life — That It Is Not Pleasure, Not Knowledge, Not Even Fame Itself, 'that Last Infirmity Of Noble Minds' — But That It Is The Development Of Character, The Rising To A Higher, Nobler, Purer Standard, The Building-up Of The Perfect Man — And Then, So Long As We Feel That This Is Going On, And Will (we Trust) Go On For Evermore, Death Has For Us No Terror; It Is Not A Shadow, But A Light; Not An End, But A Beginning!

If There's No Meaning In It," Said The King, "that Saves A World Of Trouble, You Know, As We Needn't Try To Find Any. And Yet I Don't Know," He Went On [...]; "i Seem To See Some Meaning In Them, After All.

If You Want To Inspire Confidence, Give Plenty Of Statistics. It Does Not Matter That They Should Be Accurate, Or Even Intelligible, As Long As There Is Enough Of Them.