Is Life Itself A Dream, I Wonder?

Is All Our Life, Then But A Dream Seen Faintly In The Golden Gleam Athwart Time's Dark Resistless Stream?

"she Can't Do Sums A Bit!" The Queens Said Together, With Great Emphasis. "can You Do Sums?" Alice Said, Turning Suddenly On The White Queen, For She Didn't Like Being Found Fault With So Much. The Queen Gasped And Shut Her Eyes. "i Can Do Addition, If You Give Me Time-but I Can Do Subtraction, Under Any Circumstances!"

And Ever, As The Story Drained The Wells Of Fancy Dry, And Faintly Strove That Weary One To Put The Subject By, "the Rest Next Time--" "it Is Next Time!" The Happy Voice Cry. Thus Grew The Tale Of Wonderland

If You Don't Know Where You're Going Any Road Will Do

'what Is The Use Of A Book', Thought Alice, 'without Pictures Or Conversations?'