No Ghost of any common sense begins a conversation

Who did you pass on the road?" the King went on, holding out his hand to the Messenger for some more hay. "Nobody," said the Messenger. "Quite right," said the King; "this young lady saw him too. So of course Nobody walks slower than you." "I do my best," the Messenger said in a sullen tone. "I'm sure nobody walks much faster than I do!" "He can't do that," said the King, "or else he'd have been here first.

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

I don't see how he can ever finish, if he doesn't begin.

Alice came to a fork in the road. 'Which road do I take?' she asked. 'Where do you want to go?' responded the Cheshire Cat. 'I don't know,' Alice answered. 'Then,' said the Cat, 'it doesn't matter.

It often runs in families," she remarked: "just as a love for pastry does.

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?