Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup!

He was part of my dream, of course -- but then I was part of his dream, too.

And here Alice began to get rather sleepy, and went on saying to herself, in a dreamy sort of way, 'Do cats eat bats? Do cats eat bats?' and sometimes, 'Do bats eat cats?' for, you see, as she couldn't answer either question, it didn't much matter which way she put it.

I once delivered a simple ball, which I was told, had it gone far enough, would have been considered a wide

But, said Alice, the the world has absolutely no sens, who's stopping us from inventing one?

It's too late to correct it: when you've once said a thing, that fixes it, and you must take the consequences.

'But I don't want to go among mad people,' said Alice. 'Oh, you can't help that,' said the cat. 'We're all mad here.'