Is Life Itself A Dream,

Here Is A Golden Rule.... Write Legibly. The Average Temper Of The Human Race Would Be Perceptibly Sweetened, If Everybody Obeyedthis Rule!

Can You Row?" The Sheep Asked, Handing Her A Pair Of Knitting-needles As She Spoke. "yes, A Little--but Not On Land--and Not With Needles--" Alice Was Beginning To Say.

Alice Tried Another Question. "what Sort Of People Live About Here?" "in That Direction," The Cat Said, Waving Its Right Paw Round, "lives A Hatter: And In That Direction," Waving The Other Paw, "lives A March Hare. Visit Either You Like: They're Both Mad." "but I Don't Want To Go Among Mad People," Alice Remarked. "oh, You Can't Help That," Said The Cat: "we're All Mad Here. I'm Mad. You're Mad." "how Do You Know I'm Mad?" Said Alice. "you Must Be," Said The Cat, "or You Wouldn't Have Come Here."

Which Form Of Proverb Do You Prefer Better Late Than Never, Or Better Never Than Late?

Who Are You?" This Was Not An Encouraging Opening For A Conversation. Alice Replied, Rather Shyly, I--i Hardly Know, Sir, Just At Present-- At Least I Know Who I Was When I Got Up This Morning, But I Think I Must Have Been Changed Several Times Since Then.