Off with their heads!

Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance?

I can explain all the poems that were ever invented - and a good many that haven't been invented just yet.

Cheshire Cat: If I were looking for a white rabbit, I'd ask the Mad Hatter. Alice: The Mad Hatter? Oh, no no no... Cheshire Cat: Or, you could ask the March Hare, in that direction. Alice: Oh, thank you. I think I'll see him... Cheshire Cat: Of course, he's mad, too. Alice: But I don't want to go among mad people. Cheshire Cat: Oh, you can't help that. Most everyone's mad here. [laughs maniacally; starts to disappear] Cheshire Cat: You may have noticed that I'm not all there myself.

We are but older children, dear, Who fret to find our bedtime near.

...those serpents! There's no pleasing them!

She who saves a single soul, saves the universe.