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.

For first you write a sentence, And then you chop it small; Then mix the bits and sort them out Just as they chance to fall: The order of the phrases makes no difference at all.

I once delivered a simple ball, which I was told, had it gone far enough, would have been considered a wide

Photography is my one recreation and I think it should be done well.

I know who I WAS when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then

The sun was shining on the sea, Shining with all his might: He did his very best to make The billows smooth and bright-- And this was odd, because it was The middle of the night.

The proper definition of a man is an animal that writes letters.