I wish I could manage to be glad! Only I never can remember the rule. You must be very happy, living in this wood, and being glad whenever you like!

There ought to be a book written about me, that there ought!

Well, when one's lost, I suppose it's good advice to stay where you are until someone finds you.

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?

Curtsey while you're thinking what to say. It saves time.

When I used to read fairy-tales, I fancied that kind of thing never happened, and now here I am in the middle of one!

Consider anything, only don’t cry!