It Was For Bringing The Cook Tulip-roots

You May Charge Me With Murder--or Want Of Sense-- (we Are All Of Us Weak At Times): But The Slightest Approach To A False Pretence Was Never Among My Crimes!

When You Have Made A Thorough And Reasonably Long Effort, To Understand A Thing, And Still Feel Puzzled By It, Stop, You Will Only Hurt Yourself By Going On.

Anon, To Sudden Silence Won, In Fancy They Pursue The Dream-child Moving Through The Land Of Wonders Wild And New, In Friendly Chat With Bird Or Beast - And Half Believe It True.

I Have Seen So Many Extraordinary Things, Nothing Seems Extraordinary Any More

"in My Youth," Said His Father, "i Look To The Law, And Argued Each Case With My Wife; And The Muscular Strength, Which It Gave To My Jaw Has Lasted The Rest Of My Life."