No good fish goes anywhere without a porpoise.

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.

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

With a sort of mental squint.

Is Life itself a dream, I wonder?

If you’ll believe in me, I’ll believe in you.

I don't believe there's an atom of meaning in it.