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

I can't explain myself, I'm afraid, sir,' said Alice, 'Because I'm not myself you see.

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.

Where do you come from? And where are you going? Look up, speak nicely, and don't twiddle your fingers all the time.

I wish I hadn't cried so much!” said Alice, as she swam about, trying to find her way out. I shall be punished for it now, I suppose, by being drowned in my own tears !

Who ARE You?" This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly, I--I hardly know, sir, just at present-- at least I know who I WAS when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.

All that matters is what we do for each other.