If You Set To Work To Believe

The Queen Of Hearts, She Made Some Tarts, All On A Summer Day: The Knave Of Hearts, He Stole Those Tarts, And Took Them Quite Away!

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!

In Fact, Now I Come To Think Of It, Do We Decide Questions, At All? We Decide Answers, No Doubt: But Surely The Questions Decide Us? It Is The Dog, You Know, That Wags The Tail--not The Tail That Wags The Dog.

Who Are You?" This Was Not An Encouraging Opening For A Conversation. Alice Replied, Rather Shyly, I--i Hardly Know, Sir, Just At Present-- At Least I Know Who I Was When I Got Up This Morning, But I Think I Must Have Been Changed Several Times Since Then.

I Confess I Do Not Admire Naked Boys. They Always Seem To Me To Need Clothes, Whereas One Hardly Sees Why The Lovely Forms Of Girls Should Ever Be Covered Up.