Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?" "That depends a good deal on where you want to get to." "I don't much care where –" "Then it doesn't matter which way you go.

I have proved by actual trial that a letter, that takes an hour to write, takes only about 3 minutes to read!

I don't think..." then you shouldn't talk, said the Hatter.

I could tell you my adventures—beginning from this morning,” said Alice a little timidly; “but it’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.

Take care of the sense and the sounds will take care of themselves.

Where one is hopelessly undecided as to what to say, there (as Confucius would have said, if they had given him the opportunity) silence is golden.

Death is always sad, I suppose, to us who look forward to it: I expect it will seem very different when we can look back upon it.