It is the privilege of true genius, And especially genius who opens up a new path, To make great mistakes with impunity
I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says "Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.
I have had prayers answered - most strangely so sometimes - but I think our Heavenly Father's loving-kindness has been even more evident in what He has refused me.
Without a plan, it doesn't matter which way you're going.
Death is always sad, I suppose, to us who look forward to it: I expect it will seem very different when we can look back upon it.
Always speak the truth, think before you speak, and write it down afterwards.
Tis a secret: none knows how it comes, how it goes: But the name of the secret is Love!
'When I use a word,' Humpty Dumpty said in rather a scornful tone, 'it means just what I choose it to mean - neither more nor less.'
Everything is funny, if you can laugh at it.
I don't see how he can ever finish, if he doesn't begin.
But, I nearly forgot, you must close your eyes otherwise you won't see anything.
If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrariwise, what it is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be it would. You see?
No discussion between two persons can be of any use, until each knows clearly what it is that the other asserts.
Alice tried another question. "What sort of people live about here?" "In THAT direction," the Cat said, waving its right paw round, "lives a Hatter: And in THAT direction," waving the other paw, "lives a March Hare. Visit either you like: they're both mad." "But I don't want to go among mad people," Alice remarked. "Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat: "we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad." "How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice. "You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here."
It's a poor sort of memory that only works backwards.
No good fish goes anywhere without a porpoise.
Who in the world am I? Ah, that's the great puzzle.
Curiouser and curiouser.
In some ways, you know, people that don't exist, are much nicer than people that do.
She who saves a single soul, saves the universe.
If everybody minded their own business... the world would go round a deal faster than it does.
Which form of proverb do you prefer Better late than never, or Better never than late?
If you’ll believe in me, I’ll believe in you.
Words mean more than we mean to express when we use them: so a whole book ought to mean a great deal more than the writer meant.
Read the directions and directly you will be directed in the right direction.
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