Do Let's Pretend That I'm

The Queen Of Hearts, She Made Some Tarts, All On A Summer Day: The Knave Of Hearts, He Stole Those Tarts, And Took Them Quite Away!

Tis A Secret: None Knows How It Comes, How It Goes: But The Name Of The Secret Is Love!

You Couldn't Have It If You Did Want It.

When I Come Upon Anything-in Logic Or In Any Other Hard Subject-that Entirely Puzzles Me, I Find It A Capital Plan To Talk It Over, Aloud, Even When I Am All Alone. One Can Explain Things So Clearly To One's Self! And Then, You Know, One Is So Patient With One's Self: One Never Gets Irritated At One's Own Stupidity!

O Oysters,' Said The Carpenter, You've Had A Pleasant Run! Shall We Be Trotting Home Again?' But Answer Came There None - And This Was Scarcely Odd, Because They'd Eaten Every One.