Would you be a poet Before you've been to school? Ah, well! I hardly thought you So absolute a fool.

And thus they give the time, that Nature meant for peaceful sleep and meditative snores, to ceaseless din and mindless merriment and waste of shoes and floors.

One of the hardest things in the world is to convey a meaning accurately from one mind to another.

May we not then sometimes define insanity as an inability to distinguish which is the waking and which the sleeping life? We often dream without the least suspicion of unreality: 'Sleep hath its own world', and it is often as lifelike as the other.

Keep your temper, said the Caterpillar.

You can't be that good; you work for me.

It is the privilege of true genius, And especially genius who opens up a new path, To make great mistakes with impunity