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I believe this thought, of the possibility of death - if calmly realised, and steadily faced would be one of the best possible tests as to our going to any scene of amusement being right or wrong. If the thought of sudden death acquires, for you, a special horror when imagined as happening in a theatre, then be very sure the theatre is harmful for you, however harmless it may be for others; and that you are incurring a deadly peril in going.
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Last night we owned, with looks forlorn, 'Too well the scholar knows There is no rose without a thorn' - But peace is made! We sing, this morn, 'No thorn without a rose!' Our Latin lesson is complete: We've learned that Love is Bitter-Sweet!
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A thick stick in one's hand makes people respectful.
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Oh, 'tis love, 'tis love that makes the world go round.
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I don't see how he can ever finish, if he doesn't begin.
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In proceeding to the dining-room, the gentleman gives one arm to the lady he escorts--it is unusual to offer both.
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Magnitudes are algebraically represented by letter, men by men of letters, and so on.
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Blow, blow your trumpets till they crack, Ye little men of little souls! And bid them huddle at your back - Gold-sucking leeches, shoals on shoals!Fill all the air with hungry wails - 'Reward us, ere we think or write! Without your Gold mere Knowledge fails To sate the swinish appetite!'
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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?
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She felt a little nervous about this; 'for it might end, you know,' said Alice to herself, 'in my going out altogether, like a candle. I wonder what I should be like then?' And she tried to fancy what the flame of a candle looks like after the candle is blown out, for she could not remember ever having seen such a thing.
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Lady Clara Vere de Vere Was eight years old, she said: Every ringlet, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden thread.
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I know who I WAS when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.
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She's stark raving mad!
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Where do you come from? And where are you going? Look up, speak nicely, and don't twiddle your fingers all the time.
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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?
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An island-farm - broad seas of corn Stirred by the wandering breath of morn - The happy spot where I was born.
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The air is bright with hues of light And rich with laughter and with singing: Young hearts beat high in ecstasy, And banners wave, and bells are ringing: But silence falls with fading day, And there's an end to mirth and play. Ah, well-a-day!
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Be what you would seem to be - or, if you'd like it put more simply - never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than what it might appear to others that what you were or might have been was not otherwise than what you had been would have appeared to them to be otherwise.
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I NEVER loved a dear Gazelle – Nor anything that cost me much: High prices profit those who sell, but why should I be fond of such?
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The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence: at last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth.
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They've a temper, some of them - particularly verbs, they're the proudest - adjectives you can do anything with, but not verbs.
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I'm getting rather hoarse, I fear, After so much reciting: So, if you don't object, my dear, We'll try a glass of bitter beer - I think it looks inviting.
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It is a very inconvenient habit of kittens (Alice had once made the remark) that whatever you say to them, they always purr.
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Who's the Knight-Mayor?' I cried. Instead Of answering my question, 'Well, if you don't know THAT,' he said, 'Either you never go to bed, Or you've a grand digestion!