You would have to be half-mad to dream me up.

His answer trickled through my head like water through a sieve.

When, as a child, I first opened my eyes on a Sunday-morning, a feeling of dismal anicipation, which began at least on the Friday,culminated. I knew what was before me, and my wish, if not my word, was "Would God it were evening!" It was no day of rest, but a day of texts, of catechisms (Watts'), of tracts about converted swearers, godly charwomen, and edifying deaths of sinners saved.... There was but one rosy spot, in the distance, all that day: and that was "bed-time," which never could come too early!

Why is it that people with the most narrow of minds seem to have the widest of mouths?

If you’ll believe in me, I’ll believe in you.

But, said Alice, the the world has absolutely no sens, who's stopping us from inventing one?

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