We haven't any and you're too young.
One! two! and through and through The vorpal blade went snickersnack! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back.
There ought to be a book written about me, that there ought!
First, I hate all theological controversy: it is wearing to the temper, and is I believe (at all events when viva voce) worse than useless.
The proper definition of a man is an animal that writes letters.
'O Tiger-lily,' said Alice... 'I wish you could talk!' 'We can talk,' said the Tiger-lily: 'when there's anybody worth talking to."