Never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than what it might appear to others that what you were or might have been was not otherwise than what you had been would have appeared to them to be otherwise.

If everybody minded their own business,” the Duchess said in a hoarse growl, “the world would go round a deal faster than it does.

“What is the use of a book,” thought Alice, “without pictures or conversations?”

Down, down, down. Would the fall never come to an end!

“I don’t think …” “Then you shouldn’t talk,” said the Hatter.

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

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

“It was much pleasanter at home,” thought poor Alice, “when one wasn’t always growing larger and smaller, and being ordered about by mice and rabbits.”

For, you see, so many out-of-the-way things had happened lately, that Alice had begun to think that very few things indeed were really impossible.

‘I can’t explain myself, I’m afraid, sir,’ said Alice, ‘because I’m not myself, you see.’

‘Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?’ ‘That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,’ said the Cat. ‘I don’t much care where—’ said Alice. ‘Then it doesn’t matter which way you go,’ said the Cat.