And ever, as the story drained The wells of fancy dry, And faintly strove that weary one To put the subject by, "The rest next time--" "It is next time!" The Happy voice cry. Thus grew the tale of Wonderland

You could not see a cloud, because No cloud was in the sky: No birds were flying overhead - There were no birds to fly.

Twenty thousand thieves landed at Hastings. These founders of the House of Lords were greedy and ferocious dragoons, sons of greedy and ferocious pirates... Such, however, is the illusion of antiquity and wealth, that decent and dignified men now existing, boast their descent from these filthy thieves, who showed a far juster conviction of their own merits, by assuming for their types the swine, goat, jackal, leopard, wolf, and snake, which they severally resembled.

If you don't know where you're going any road will do

One of the deepest motives (as you are aware) in the human beast (so deep that many have failed to detect it) is Alliteration.

I believe this thought, of the possibility of death - if calmly realised, and steadily faced would be one of the best possible tests as to our going to any scene of amusement being right or wrong.

It takes all the running you can do, to keep in the same place. If you want to get somewhere else, you must run at least twice as fast as that!