Do you suppose she's a wildflower?

...those serpents! There's no pleasing them!

Epithets, like pepper, Give zest to what you write; And if you strew them sparely, They whet the appetite: But if you lay them on too thick, You spoil the matter quite!

If you do not know where you want to go, it doesn't matter which path you take.

No discussion between two persons can be of any use, until each knows clearly what it is that the other asserts.

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.

I'd give all the wealth that years have piled, the slow result of life's decay, To be once more a little child for one bright summer day.