Curiosity

Who in the world am I?

Curiouser and curiouser!

we’re all mad here.

because they lessen from day to day.

Take care of the sense, and the sounds will take care of themselves.

Well! I’ve often seen a cat without a grin,

A lady’s imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony, in a moment.

A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds,

The eye is the first circle; the horizon which it forms is the second;

Only that day dawns to which we are awake.

It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors.

All art is at once surface and symbol.

Diversity of opinion about a work of art shows that the work is new, complex, and vital.

To define is to limit.

Being natural is simply a pose, and the most irritating pose I know,

The lunatic, the lover, and the poet Are of imagination all compact:

The best in this kind are but shadows; and the worst are no worse, if imagination amend them.

I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,

The day you go happens to be market day.

A pear falls just as the crow takes flight.

It is dark beneath the lamp.

Licking the outside of a watermelon.

A frog inside a well.

Even a tiger comes when spoken of.