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

If it had grown up, it would have made a dreadfully ugly child; but it makes rather a handsome pig, I think.

One can't believe impossible things.

she was a little startled by seeing the Cheshire Cat sitting on a bough of a tree a few yards off. The Cat only grinned when it saw Alice.

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

Who can tell whether the parallelogram, which in our ignorance we have defined and drawn, and the whole of whose properties we profess to know, may not be all the while panting for exterior angles, sympathetic with the interior, or sullenly repining at the fact that it cannot be inscribed in a circle?

First, I hate all theological controversy: it is wearing to the temper, and is I believe (at all events when viva voce) worse than useless.