burning with curiosity

Whatever is worth doing is worth doing well.

One! two! and through and through The vorpal blade went snickersnack! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back.

If it had grown up, it would have made a dreadfully ugly child; but it makes rather a handsome pig, I think.

I wonder if I've been changed in the night. Let me think. Was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is 'Who in the world am I?' Ah, that's the great puzzle!

The sun was shining on the sea, Shining with all his might: He did his very best to make The billows smooth and bright-- And this was odd, because it was The middle of the night.

You're thinking about something, my dear, and that makes you forget to talk.