There's no use in comparing one's feelings between one day and the next; you must allow a reasonable interval, for the direction of change to show itself.

A tale begun in other days, When summer suns were glowing - A simple chime, that served to time The rhythm of your rowing - Whose echoes live in memory yet, Though envious years would say 'forget.

In a wonderland they lie, dreaming as the days go by

Speak in French when you can't think of the English for a thing. Turn out your toes as you walk. And remember who you are!

It is a very inconvenient habit of kittens (Alice had once made the remark) that whatever you say to them, they always purr.

So young a child ought to know which way she's going, even if she doesn't know her own name!

'When I use a word,' Humpty Dumpty said in rather a scornful tone, 'it means just what I choose it to mean - neither more nor less.'