The hurrier I go, the behinder I get.

Mad Hatter: Would you like a little more tea? Alice: Well, I haven't had any yet, so I can't very well take more. March Hare: Ah, you mean you can't very well take less. Mad Hatter: Yes. You can always take more than nothing.

In a Wonderland they lie, Dreaming as the days go by, Dreaming as the summers die: Ever drifting down the stream- Lingering in the golden gleam- Life, what is it but a dream?

And if he left off dreaming about you, where do you suppose you'd be?

Alice: This is impossible. The Mad Hatter: Only if you believe it is.

Epithets, like pepper, Give zest to what you write; And if you strew them sparely, They whet the appetite: But if you lay them on too thick, You spoil the matter quite!

It is a very inconvenient habit of kittens (Alice had once made the remark) that whatever you say to them, they always purr.