You Have To Run As Fast As

In Fact, Now I Come To Think Of It, Do We Decide Questions, At All? We Decide Answers, No Doubt: But Surely The Questions Decide Us? It Is The Dog, You Know, That Wags The Tail--not The Tail That Wags The Dog.

Do You Suppose She's A Wildflower?

The Recent Extraordinary Discovery In Photography, As Applied In The Operations Of The Mind, Has Reduced The Art Of Novel-writing To The Merest Mechanical Labour.

We're All Mad Here.

I Wonder If The Snow Loves The Trees And Fields, That It Kisses Them So Gently? And Then It Covers Them Up Snug, You Know, With A White Quilt; And Perhaps It Says "go To Sleep, Darlings, Till The Summer Comes Again.