I'd give all the wealth that years have piled, the slow result of life's decay, To be once more a little child for one bright summer day.

I never thought of that before! It's my opinion that you never think at all.

The proper definition of a man is an animal that writes letters.

You have to run as fast as you can just to stay where you are. If you want to get anywhere, you'll have to run much faster.

Crawling at your feet,' said the Gnat (Alice drew her feet back in some alarm), `you may observe a Bread-and-Butterfly. Its wings are thin slices of Bread-and-butter, its body is a crust, and its head is a lump of sugar.' And what does IT live on?' Weak tea with cream in it.' A new difficulty came into Alice's head. `Supposing it couldn't find any?' she suggested. Then it would die, of course.' But that must happen very often,' Alice remarked thoughtfully. It always happens,' said the Gnat.

Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?

Can you row?" the Sheep asked, handing her a pair of knitting-needles as she spoke. "Yes, a little--but not on land--and not with needles--" Alice was beginning to say.