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.

When the sands are all dry, he is gay as a lark, And will talk in contemptuous tones of the Shark: But, when the tide rises and sharks are around, His voice has a timid and tremulous sound.

There's no use in comparing one's feelings between one day and the next; you must allow a reasonable interval, for the direction of change to show itself.

It often runs in families," she remarked: "just as a love for pastry does.

What does it matter where my body happens to be?' he said. 'My mind goes on working all the same.

It would be so nice if something made sense for a change.

If you’ll believe in me, I’ll believe in you.