I can explain all the poems that were ever invented - and a good many that haven't been invented just yet.

I'd give all the wealth that years have piled, the slow result of life's decay, To be once more a little child for one bright summer day.

Mad Hatter: Would you like a little more tea? Alice: Well, I haven't had any yet, so I can't very well take more. March Hare: Ah, you mean you can't very well take less. Mad Hatter: Yes. You can always take more than nothing.

If you drink much from a bottle marked 'poison' it is certain to disagree with you sooner or later.

have i gone mad? im afraid so, but let me tell you something, the best people usualy are.

Fury said to a mousethat he met in the houselet us both go to law; I will prosecute youlet there be no denial; come, we must have a trialfor really, this morning, I've nothing to dosuch a trial, dear sir, said the mouse to the curwithout jury or judge would be wasting our breathI'll be judge, I'll be jurysaid cunning old furyI'll try the whole cause and condemn youto death

Speak English!' said the Eaglet. 'I don't know the meaning of half those long words, and I don't believe you do either!