Why Is A Raven Like A Writing

The Caterpillar And Alice Looked At Each Other For Some Time In Silence: At Last The Caterpillar Took The Hookah Out Of Its Mouth.

Do Let's Pretend That I'm A Hungry Hyena, And You're A Bone!

I Am Fond Of Children - Except Boys.

To The Looking-glass World It Was Alice That Said 'i've A Sceptre In Hand, I've A Crown On My Head. Let The Looking-glass Creatures, Whatever They Be, Come And Dine With The Red Queen, The White Queen, And Me.

Epithets, Like Pepper, Give Zest To What You Write; And If You Strew Them Sparely, They Whet The Appetite: But If You Lay Them On Too Thick, You Spoil The Matter Quite!