In Some Ways, You Know, People That

As A General Rule, Do Not Kick The Shins Of The Opposite Gentleman Under The Table, If Personally Unaquainted With Him; Your Pleasantry Is Liable To Be Misunderstood--a Circumstance At All Times Unpleasant.

I Wish I Hadn't Cried So Much!” Said Alice, As She Swam About, Trying To Find Her Way Out. I Shall Be Punished For It Now, I Suppose, By Being Drowned In My Own Tears !

There Are Certain Things--as, A Spider, A Ghost, The Income-tax, Gout, An Umbrella For Three-- That I Hate, But The Thing That I Hate The Most Is A Thing They Call The Sea.

Fading, With The Night, The Memory Of A Dead Love, And The Withered Leaves Of A Blighted Hope, And The Sickly Repinings And Moody Regrets That Numb The Best Energies Of The Soul: And Rising, Broadening, Rolling Upward Like A Living Flood, The Manly Resolve, And The Dauntless Will, And The Heavenward Gaze Of Faith-the Substance Of Things Hoped For, The Evidence Of Things Not Seen!

"i See Nobody On The Road," Said Alice. "i Only Wish I Had Such Eyes," The King Remarked In A Fretful Tone. "to Be Able To See Nobody! And At That Distance Too! Why, It's As Much As I Can Do To See Real People, By This Light."