Who Is Alice?" Asked Mother.

There Is A Tiger In My Room,' Said Frances. 'did He Bite You?' Said Father. 'no,' Said Frances. 'did He Scratch You?' Said Mother. 'no,' Said Frances. 'then He Is A Friendly Tiger,' Said Father. 'he Will Not Hurt You. Go Back To Sleep.

An Idea Is An Eye Given By God For The Seeing Of God. Some Of These Eyes We Cannot Bear To Look Out Of; We Blind Them As Quickly As Possible.

I Believe That Most Of Us Would Like To Be Thought Well Of By Horses.

Nothing To Be Done Really About Animals. Anything You Do Looks Foolish. The Answer Isn't In Us. It's Almost As If Were Put Here On Earth To Show How Silly They Aren't.

There Must Be A Lot Of People In The World Being Wondered About By People Who Don't See Them Anymore.