Speak in French when you can’t think of the English for a thing — turn your toes out when you walk — - And remember who you are! - Lewis Carroll

Is all our Life, then, but a dream Seen faintly in the golden gleam Athwart Time's dark resistless stream? Bowed to the earth with bitter woe Or laughing at some raree-show We flutter idly to and fro. Man's little Day in haste we spend, And, from its merry noontide, send No glance to meet the silent end.

You won't make yourself a bit realer by crying.

They've a temper, some of them — particularly verbs: they're the proudest — adjectives you can do anything with, but not verbs — however I can manage the whole lot of them!