One Of The Secrets Of Life Is

Contrariwise, If It Was So, It Might Be; And If It Were So, It Would Be; But As It Isn't, It Ain't. That's Logic.

I Wish I Hadn't Cried So Much!” Said Alice, As She Swam About, Trying To Find Her Way Out. I Shall Be Punished For It Now, I Suppose, By Being Drowned In My Own Tears !

I'd Give All The Wealth That Years Have Piled, The Slow Result Of Life's Decay, To Be Once More A Little Child For One Bright Summer Day.

And, Has Thou Slain The Jabberwock? Come To My Arms, My Beamish Boy! O Frabjous Day! Callooh! Callay! He Chortled In His Joy.

In Another Moment Down Went Alice After It, Never Once Considering How In The World She Was To Get Out Again.