Death Is Always Sad, I

It's Too Late To Correct It: When You've Once Said A Thing, That Fixes It, And You Must Take The Consequences.

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.

If You Set To Work To Believe Everything, You Will Tire Out The Believing-muscles Of Your Mind, And Then You'll Be So Weak You Won't Be Able To Believe The Simplest True Things.

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

In A Wonderland They Lie, Dreaming As The Days Go By, Dreaming As The Summers Die: Ever Drifting Down The Stream- Lingering In The Golden Gleam- Life, What Is It But A Dream?