You are old Father William,' the young man said, 'and your hair has become very white; and yet you incessantly stand on your head-do you think, at your age, it is right?

Who in the world am I? Ah, that's the great puzzle.

In a Wonderland they lie, Dreaming as the days go by, Dreaming as the summers die: Ever drifting down the stream- Lingering in the golden gleam- Life, what is it but a dream?

In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again.

If you drink much from a bottle marked 'poison' it is certain to disagree with you sooner or later.

I'm doubtful about the temper of your flamingo. Shall I try the experiment?

Always speak the truth, think before you speak, and write it down afterwards.