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.

They've a temper, some of them - particularly verbs, they're the proudest - adjectives you can do anything with, but not verbs.

That which chiefly causes the failure of a dinner-party, is the running short--not of meat, nor yet of drink, but of conversation.

The rule is, jam tomorrow and jam yesterday - but never jam today.

‎You're not the same as you were before," he said. You were much more... muchier... you've lost your muchness.

"Try another Subtraction sum. Take a bone from a dog: what remains?" [asked the Red Queen] Alice considered. "The bone wouldn't remain, of course, if I took it-and the dog wouldn't remain; it would come to bite me-and I'm sure I shouldn't remain!" "Then you think nothing would remain?" said the Red Queen. "I think that's the answer." "Wrong, as usual," said the Red Queen, "the dog's temper would remain."

Why is a raven like a writing desk? - Mad Hatter I haven't the slightest idea. - Alice