Do Not, Oh Do Not Indulge Such

Tis A Secret: None Knows How It Comes, How It Goes: But The Name Of The Secret Is Love!

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.

I Try To Believe In As Many As Six Impossible Things Before Breakfast. Count Them, Alice. One, There Are Drinks That Make You Shrink. Two, There Are Foods That Make You Grow. Three, Animals Can Talk. Four, Cats Can Disappear. Five, There Is A Place Called Underland. Six, I Can Slay The Jabberwocky.

“i Don't Like The Look Of It At All,” Said The King: “however, It May Kiss My Hand, If It Likes.” “i'd Rather Not,” The Cat Remarked.

I Don't Believe There's An Atom Of Meaning In It.