We're all mad here.
Beautiful soup! Who cares for fish, game or any other dish? Who would not give all else for two pennyworth of beautiful soup?
You're thinking about something, my dear, and that makes you forget to talk.
You could not see a cloud, because No cloud was in the sky: No birds were flying overhead - There were no birds to fly.
We are but older children, dear, Who fret to find our bedtime near.
If you’ll believe in me, I’ll believe in you.