Keep Your Temper, Said The Caterpillar.

You Would Have To Be Half-mad To Dream Me Up.

I'd Give All The Wealth That Years Have Piled, The Slow Result Of Life's Decay, To Be Once More A Little Child For One Bright Summer Day.

Yet What Are All Such Gaieties To Me Whose Thoughts Are Full Of Indices And Surds?

I Can Explain All The Poems That Were Ever Invented - And A Good Many That Haven't Been Invented Just Yet.

I Mean, What Is An Un-birthday Present?" A Present Given When It Isn't Your Birthday, Of Course." Alice Considered A Little. "i Like Birthday Presents Best," She Said At Last. You Don't Know What You're Talking About!" Cried Humpty Dumpty. "how Many Days Are There In A Year?" Three Hundred And Sixty-five," Said Alice. And How Many Birthdays Have You?" One.