Come, hearken then, ere voice of dread, with bitter tiding laden, shall summon to unwelcome bed a melancholy maiden! We are but older children, dear, who fret to find our bedtime near.

I give myself very good advice, but I very seldom follow it.

Read the directions and directly you will be directed in the right direction.

Somehow it seems to fill my head with ideas - only I don't exactly know what they are!

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

Sentence first, verdict afterwards.

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.