If I Had A World Of My

Take Care Of The Sense And The Sounds Will Take Care Of Themselves.

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.

Speak Roughly To Your Little Boy And Beat Him When He Sneezes! He Only Does It To Annoy, Because He Knows It Teases!

She Felt A Little Nervous About This; 'for It Might End, You Know,' Said Alice To Herself, 'in My Going Out Altogether, Like A Candle. I Wonder What I Should Be Like Then?' And She Tried To Fancy What The Flame Of A Candle Looks Like After The Candle Is Blown Out, For She Could Not Remember Ever Having Seen Such A Thing.

Charles Lutwidge Dodgson's Life In Space-time Colored His Liberated Life Of The Imagination.