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Anon, to sudden silence won, In fancy they pursue The dream-child moving through the land Of wonders wild and new, In friendly chat with bird or beast - And half believe it true.
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Of all things, I do like a Conspiracy! It's so interesting!
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I'll try if I know all the things I used to know. Let me see: four times five is twelve, and four times six is thirteen, and four times seven is - oh dear! I shall never get to twenty at that rate!
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'But I don't want to go among mad people,' said Alice. 'Oh, you can't help that,' said the cat. 'We're all mad here.'
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If you drink much from a bottle marked 'poison' it is certain to disagree with you sooner or later.
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Yet what are all such gaieties to me whose thoughts are full of indices and surds?
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What I tell you three times is true.
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The sun was shining on the sea, Shining with all his might: He did his very best to make The billows smooth and bright-- And this was odd, because it was The middle of the night.
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One of the deepest motives (as you are aware) in the human beast (so deep that many have failed to detect it) is Alliteration.
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You won't make yourself a bit realer by crying.
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First, I hate all theological controversy: it is wearing to the temper, and is I believe at all events when viva voce worse than useless.
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That's the reason they're called lessons, because they lesson from day to day.
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You can't be that good; you work for me.
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Child of the pure, unclouded brow and dreaming eyes of wonder.
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You couldn't have it if you DID want it.
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Off with their heads!
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One of the secrets of life is that all that is really worth the doing is what we do for others.
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It takes all the running you can do just to keep in the same place.
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If only I could manage, without annoyance to my family, to get imprisoned for 10 years, "without hard labour," and with the use of books and writing materials, it would be simply delightful!
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Soup of the evening, beautiful soup! Soup of the evening, beautiful soup! Beau--ootiful Soo--oop! Beau--ootiful Soo--oop! Soo--oop of the e--e--evening, Beautiful, beautiful soup!
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I said you LOOKED like an egg, Sir. And some eggs are very pretty, you know.
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And how do you know that you're mad?
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What do you suppose is the use of a child without any meaning? Even a joke should have some meaning-- and a child's more imporant than a joke, I hope. You couldn't deny that, even if you tried with both hands.
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Be sure the safest rule is that we should not dare to live in any scene in which we dare not die. But, once realise what the true object is in life that it is not pleasure, not knowledge, not even fame itself, 'that last infirmity of noble minds' but that it is the development of character, the rising to a higher, nobler, purer standard, the building-up of the perfect Man and then, so long as we feel that this is going on, and will (we trust) go on for evermore, death has for us no terror; it is not a shadow, but a light; not an end, but a beginning!