Ill Try The Whole Cause, And Condemn

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.

If You Drink Much From A Bottle Marked 'poison' It Is Certain To Disagree With You Sooner Or Later.

To Me It Seems That To Give Happiness Is A Far Nobler Goal That To Attain It: And That What We Exist For Is Much More A Matter Of Relations To Others Than A Matter Of Individual Progress: Much More A Matter Of Helping Others To Heaven Than Of Getting There Ourselves.

Yes, That's It! Said The Hatter With A Sigh, It's Always Tea Time.

And My Heart Is Like Nothing So Much As A Bowl Brimming Over With Quivering Curds!