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!

Take care of the sense and the sounds will take care of themselves.

Somehow it seems to fill my head with ideas - only I don't exactly know what they are!

Do not, oh do not indulge such a wild idea that a newspaper might err! If so what have we to trust in this age of sham?

One of the hardest things in the world is to convey a meaning accurately from one mind to another.

Alice: I simply must get through! Doorknob: Sorry, you're much too big. Simply impassible. Alice: You mean impossible? Doorknob: No, impassible. Nothing's impossible.

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