Better say nothing at all. Language is worth a thousand pounds a word!

Come back!" the Caterpillar called after her. "I've something important to say." This sounded promising, certainly. Alice turned and came back again. "Keep your temper," said the Caterpillar.

In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again.

Alice: I simply must get through! Doorknob: Sorry, you're much too big. Simply impassible. Alice: You mean impossible? Doorknob: No, impassible. Nothing's impossible.

Death is always sad, I suppose, to us who look forward to it: I expect it will seem very different when we can look back upon it.

Somehow it seems to fill my head with ideas - only I don't exactly know what they are!

I confess I do not admire naked boys. They always seem to me to need clothes, whereas one hardly sees why the lovely forms of girls should ever be covered up.