Off With Their Heads!

...those Serpents! There's No Pleasing Them!

I Wish I Could Manage To Be Glad! Only I Never Can Remember The Rule. You Must Be Very Happy, Living In This Wood, And Being Glad Whenever You Like!

Of All Things, I Do Like A Conspiracy! It's So Interesting!

The Recent Extraordinary Discovery In Photography, As Applied In The Operations Of The Mind, Has Reduced The Art Of Novel-writing To The Merest Mechanical Labour.

May We Not Then Sometimes Define Insanity As An Inability To Distinguish Which Is The Waking And Which The Sleeping Life? We Often Dream Without The Least Suspicion Of Unreality: 'sleep Hath Its Own World', And It Is Often As Lifelike As The Other.