One Can't Believe Impossible Things.

When I Use A Word,’ Humpty Dumpty Said In Rather A Scornful Tone, ‘it Means Just What I Choose It To Mean — Neither More Nor Less.’ ’the Question Is,’ Said Alice, ‘whether You Can Make Words Mean So Many Different Things.’ ’the Question Is,’ Said Humpty Dumpty, ‘which Is To Be Master — That’s All.

She Felt A Little Nervous About This; 'for It Might End, You Know,' Said Alice To Herself, 'in My Going Out Altogether, Like A Candle. I Wonder What I Should Be Like Then?' And She Tried To Fancy What The Flame Of A Candle Looks Like After The Candle Is Blown Out, For She Could Not Remember Ever Having Seen Such A Thing.

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

Death Is Always Sad, I Suppose, To Us Who Look Forward To It: I Expect It Will Seem Very Different When We Can Look Back Upon It.

I Said You Looked Like An Egg, Sir. And Some Eggs Are Very Pretty, You Know.