In Autumn, When The Leaves Are Brown,

'o Tiger-lily,' Said Alice... 'i Wish You Could Talk!' 'we Can Talk,' Said The Tiger-lily: 'when There's Anybody Worth Talking To."

There Are Three Hundred And Sixty-four Days When You Might Get Un-birthday Presents, And Only One For Birthday Presents, You Know.

It Is The Privilege Of True Genius, And Especially Genius Who Opens Up A New Path, To Make Great Mistakes With Impunity

She Was A Little Startled By Seeing The Cheshire Cat Sitting On A Bough Of A Tree A Few Yards Off. The Cat Only Grinned When It Saw Alice.

We Haven't Any And You're Too Young.