If he smiled much more, the ends of his mouth might meet behind, and then I don't know what would happen to his head! I'm afraid it would come off!

I am fond of children - except boys.

It's a poor sort of memory that only works backwards.

Alice thought to herself, 'Then there's no use in speaking.' The voices didn't join in this time, as she hadn't spoken, but to her great surprise, they all thought in chorus (I hope you understand what thinking in chorus means--for I must confess that I don't), 'Better say nothing at all. Language is worth a thousand pounds a word!

If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense.

I can't explain myself, I'm afraid, sir,' said Alice, 'Because I'm not myself you see.

It is the privilege of true genius, And especially genius who opens up a new path, To make great mistakes with impunity