You Are Old Father William,' The Young

Alice! A Childish Story Take, And With A Gentle Hand, Lay It Where Childhood's Dreams Are Twined In Memory's Mystic Band, Like Pilgrim's Withered Wreath Of Flowers Plucked In Far-off Land.

Where Should I Go?" -alice. "that Depends On Where You Want To End Up." - The Cheshire Cat.

Sometimes I've Believed As Many As Six Impossible Things Before Breakfast.

I Am Fond Of Children - Except Boys.

He Said He Would Come In,' The White Queen Went On, `because He Was Looking For A Hippopotamus. Now, As It Happened, There Wasn't Such A Thing In The House, That Morning.' Is There Generally?' Alice Asked In An Astonished Tone. Well, Only On Thursdays,' Said The Queen.