You could not see a cloud, because No cloud was in the sky: No birds were flying overhead - There were no birds to fly.

Where should I go?" -Alice. "That depends on where you want to end up." - The Cheshire Cat.

A thick stick in one's hand makes people respectful.

I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says "Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.

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?

Consider anything, only don’t cry!

Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall Humpty Dumpty had a great fall All the king's horses and all the king's men Couldn't put Humpty together again