There's Nothing A Well-regulated Child Hates So

What Does It Matter Where My Body Happens To Be?' He Said. 'my Mind Goes On Working All The Same.

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

It's A Great Huge Game Of Chess That's Being Played--all Over The World--if This Is The World At All, You Know. Oh, What Fun It Is! How I Wish I Was One Of Them! I Wouldn't Mind Being A Pawn, If Only I Might Join--though Of Course I Should Like To Be A Queen, Best.

Everything Is Funny, If You Can Laugh At It.

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