You're Thinking About Something, My Dear, And

You May Charge Me With Murder--or Want Of Sense-- (we Are All Of Us Weak At Times): But The Slightest Approach To A False Pretence Was Never Among My Crimes!

If You Don't Know Where You're Going Any Road Will Do

Ill Try The Whole Cause, And Condemn You To Death.

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

Either It Brings Tears To Their Eyes, Or Else -" "or Else What?" Said Alice, For The Knight Had Made A Sudden Pause. "or Else It Doesn't, You Know.