Is Life Itself A Dream, I Wonder?

Still She Haunts Me, Phantomwise, Alice Moving Under Skies Never Seen By Waking Eyes.

A Thick Stick In One's Hand Makes People Respectful.

If There's No Meaning In It," Said The King, "that Saves A World Of Trouble, You Know, As We Needn't Try To Find Any. And Yet I Don't Know," He Went On [...]; "i Seem To See Some Meaning In Them, After All.

In Autumn, When The Leaves Are Brown, Take Pen And Ink, And Write It Down.

Thy Loving Smile Will Surely Hail The Love-gift Of A Fairy Tale.