One Thing Was Certain, That

One! Two! And Through And Through The Vorpal Blade Went Snickersnack! He Left It Dead, And With Its Head He Went Galumphing Back.

That Which Chiefly Causes The Failure Of A Dinner-party, Is The Running Short--not Of Meat, Nor Yet Of Drink, But Of Conversation.

What A Funny Watch!’ She Remarked. ‘it Tells The Day Of The Month, And Doesn’t Tell What O’clock It Is!’ ‘why Should It?’ Muttered The Hatter. ‘does Your Watch Tell You What Year It Is?’ ‘of Course Not,’ Alice Replied Very Readily: ‘but That’s Because It Stays The Same Year For Such A Long Time Together.’ ‘which Is Just The Case With Mine,’ Said The Hatter.

Be Sure The Safest Rule Is That We Should Not Dare To Live In Any Scene In Which We Dare Not Die. But, Once Realise What The True Object Is In Life — That It Is Not Pleasure, Not Knowledge, Not Even Fame Itself, 'that Last Infirmity Of Noble Minds' — But That It Is The Development Of Character, The Rising To A Higher, Nobler, Purer Standard, The Building-up Of The Perfect Man — And Then, So Long As We Feel That This Is Going On, And Will (we Trust) Go On For Evermore, Death Has For Us No Terror; It Is Not A Shadow, But A Light; Not An End, But A Beginning!

A Tale Begun In Other Days, When Summer Suns Were Glowing - A Simple Chime, That Served To Time The Rhythm Of Your Rowing - Whose Echoes Live In Memory Yet, Though Envious Years Would Say 'forget.