We're All Mad Here.

How Puzzling All These Changes Are! I'm Never Sure What I'm Going To Be, From One Minute To Another.

All In The Golden Afternoon Full Leisurely We Glide; For Both Our Oars, With Little Skill, By Little Arms Are Plied, While Little Hands Make Vain Pretence Our Wanderings To Guide.

Would You Tell Me, Please, Which Way I Ought To Go From Here?" "that Depends A Good Deal On Where You Want To Get To." "i Don't Much Care Where –" "then It Doesn't Matter Which Way You Go.

If You Set To Work To Believe Everything, You Will Tire Out The Believing-muscles Of Your Mind, And Then You'll Be So Weak You Won't Be Able To Believe The Simplest True Things.

'who's Been Repeating All That Hard Stuff To You?' 'i Read It In A Book,' Said Alice. 'but I Had Some Poetry Repeated To Me, Much Easier Than That, By - Tweedledee, I Think It Was.' 'as To Poetry, You Know,' Said Humpty Dumpty, Stretching Out One Of His Great Hands, 'i Can Repeat Poetry As Well As Other Folk, If It Comes To That - ' 'oh, It Needn't Come To That!' Alice Hastily Said, Hoping To Keep Him From Beginning.