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

Sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.

Rule Forty-two. All persons more than a mile high to leave the court.

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

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

“I don't like the look of it at all,” said the King: “however, it may kiss my hand, if it likes.” “I'd rather not,” the Cat remarked.

Fading, with the Night, the memory of a dead love, and the withered leaves of a blighted hope, and the sickly repinings and moody regrets that numb the best energies of the soul: and rising, broadening, rolling upward like a living flood, the manly resolve, and the dauntless will, and the heavenward gaze of faith-the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen!