Why is a raven like a writing desk?

If you limit your actions in life to things that nobody can possibly find fault with, you will not do much!

What does it matter where my body happens to be?' he said. 'My mind goes on working all the same.

And, has thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! He chortled in his joy.

Thy loving smile will surely hail The love-gift of a fairy tale.

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.

You couldn't have it if you DID want it.