When She Thought It Over Afterwards It

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?

Where One Is Hopelessly Undecided As To What To Say, There (as Confucius Would Have Said, If They Had Given Him The Opportunity) Silence Is Golden.

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!

If You Do Not Know Where You Want To Go, It Doesn't Matter Which Path You Take.

Why Is It That People With The Most Narrow Of Minds Seem To Have The Widest Of Mouths?