People Who Don't Think Shouldn't Talk.

Everybody Has Won, And All Must Have Prizes.

The Hurrier I Go, The Behinder I Get.

If I Had A World Of My Own, Everything Would Be Nonsense.

In Autumn, When The Leaves Are Brown, Take Pen And Ink, And Write It Down.

You're Thinking About Something, My Dear, And That Makes You Forget To Talk. I Can't Tell You Just Now What The Moral Of That Is, But I Shall Remember It In A Bit." "perhaps It Hasn't One," Alice Ventured To Remark. "tut, Tut, Child!" Said The Duchess. "everything's Got A Moral, If Only You Can Find It.