The Hurrier I Go, The Behinder I

She Tried To Fancy What The Flame Of A Candle Is Like After The Candle Is Blown Out, For She Could Not Remember Ever Having Seen Such A Thing.

For First You Write A Sentence, And Then You Chop It Small; Then Mix The Bits And Sort Them Out Just As They Chance To Fall: The Order Of The Phrases Makes No Difference At All.

Be What You Would Seem To Be - Or, If You'd Like It Put More Simply - Never Imagine Yourself Not To Be Otherwise Than What It Might Appear To Others That What You Were Or Might Have Been Was Not Otherwise Than What You Had Been Would Have Appeared To Them To Be Otherwise.

One Can't Believe Impossible Things.

The Mad Hatter: "would You Like Some Wine?" Alice: "yes..." The Mad Hatter: "we Haven't Any And You're Too Young.