Alice: This is impossible. The Mad Hatter: Only if you believe it is.

She's in that state of mind that she wants to deny SOMETHING only she doesn't know what to deny!

What I tell you three times is true.

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!

She's stark raving mad!

A thick stick in one's hand makes people respectful.

When, as a child, I first opened my eyes on a Sunday-morning, a feeling of dismal anicipation, which began at least on the Friday,culminated. I knew what was before me, and my wish, if not my word, was "Would God it were evening!" It was no day of rest, but a day of texts, of catechisms (Watts'), of tracts about converted swearers, godly charwomen, and edifying deaths of sinners saved.... There was but one rosy spot, in the distance, all that day: and that was "bed-time," which never could come too early!