There are three hundred and sixty-four days when you might get un-birthday presents, and only one for birthday presents, you know.

If you don't know where you are going, any road will get you there.

They gave it me . . . for an un-birthday present.

Everything's got a moral, if only you can find it.

Contrariwise, if it was so, it might be; and if it were so, it would be; but as it isn't, it ain't. That's logic.

''Write that down,'' the King said to the jury, and the jury eagerly wrote down all three dates on their slates, and then added them up, and reduced the answer to shillings and pence.