Still, as Christmas-tide comes round, They remember it again - Echo still the joyful sound "Peace on earth, good-will to men!"

I am fond of children - except boys.

"She can't do Subtraction." said the White Queen. "Can you do Division? Divide a loaf by a knife-what's the answer to that?" "I suppose-" Alice was beginning, but the Red Queen answered for her. "Bread-and-butter, of course."

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

Yet what are all such gaieties to me whose thoughts are full of indices and surds?

Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.

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