We Haven't Any And You're Too Young.

You're Entirely Bonkers. But I'll Tell You A Secret... All The Best People Are!

There Are Certain Things--as, A Spider, A Ghost, The Income-tax, Gout, An Umbrella For Three-- That I Hate, But The Thing That I Hate The Most Is A Thing They Call The Sea.

Who Did You Pass On The Road?" The King Went On, Holding Out His Hand To The Messenger For Some More Hay. "nobody," Said The Messenger. "quite Right," Said The King; "this Young Lady Saw Him Too. So Of Course Nobody Walks Slower Than You." "i Do My Best," The Messenger Said In A Sullen Tone. "i'm Sure Nobody Walks Much Faster Than I Do!" "he Can't Do That," Said The King, "or Else He'd Have Been Here First.

There Are Three Hundred And Sixty-four Days When You Might Get Un-birthday Presents, And Only One For Birthday Presents, You Know.

'but I Don't Want To Go Among Mad People,' Said Alice. 'oh, You Can't Help That,' Said The Cat. 'we're All Mad Here.'