Why Is A Raven Like A Writing

Would You Be A Poet Before You've Been To School? Ah, Well! I Hardly Thought You So Absolute A Fool.

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.

We're All Mad Here.

She's In That State Of Mind That She Wants To Deny Something Only She Doesn't Know What To Deny!

My Hand Moves Because Certain Forces--electric, Magnetic, Or Whatever 'nerve-force' May Prove To Be--are Impressed On It By My Brain. This Nerve-force, Stored In The Brain, Would Probably Be Traceable, If Science Were Complete, To Chemical Forces Supplied To The Brain By The Blood, And Ultimately Derived From The Food I Eat And The Air I Breathe.