The Mad Hatter: "would You Like Some

All In The Golden Afternoon Full Leisurely We Glide; For Both Our Oars, With Little Skill, By Little Arms Are Plied, While Little Hands Make Vain Pretence Our Wanderings To Guide.

Cheshire Cat: If I Were Looking For A White Rabbit, I'd Ask The Mad Hatter. Alice: The Mad Hatter? Oh, No No No... Cheshire Cat: Or, You Could Ask The March Hare, In That Direction. Alice: Oh, Thank You. I Think I'll See Him... Cheshire Cat: Of Course, He's Mad, Too. Alice: But I Don't Want To Go Among Mad People. Cheshire Cat: Oh, You Can't Help That. Most Everyone's Mad Here. [laughs Maniacally; Starts To Disappear] Cheshire Cat: You May Have Noticed That I'm Not All There Myself.

I Once Delivered A Simple Ball, Which I Was Told, Had It Gone Far Enough, Would Have Been Considered A Wide

To Me It Seems That To Give Happiness Is A Far Nobler Goal That To Attain It: And That What We Exist For Is Much More A Matter Of Relations To Others Than A Matter Of Individual Progress: Much More A Matter Of Helping Others To Heaven Than Of Getting There Ourselves.

Abstract Qualities Begin With Capitals Alway: The True, The Good, The Beautiful- Those Are The Things That Pay!