I Am Fond Of Children - Except

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.

I Never Thought Of That Before! It's My Opinion That You Never Think At All.

The Cheshire Cat Only Grinned When It Saw Alice. It Looked Good-natured, She Thought: Still It Had Very Long Claws And A Great Many Teeth, So She Felt It Ought To Be Treated With Respect.

Contrariwise, If It Was So, It Might Be; And If It Were So, It Would Be; But As It Isn't, It Ain't. That's Logic.

I Have Had Prayers Answered - Most Strangely So Sometimes - But I Think Our Heavenly Father's Loving-kindness Has Been Even More Evident In What He Has Refused Me.