Death is always sad, I suppose, to us who look forward to it: I expect it will seem very different when we can look back upon it.

'What is the use of a book', thought Alice, 'without pictures or conversations?'

You have to run as fast as you can just to stay where you are. If you want to get anywhere, you'll have to run much faster.

You couldn't have it if you DID want it.

Would you be a poet Before you've been to school? Ah, well! I hardly thought you So absolute a fool.

Lastly, she pictured to herself how this same little sister of hers would, in the after-time, be herself a grown woman; and how she would keep, through all her riper years, the simple and loving heart of her childhood: and how she would gather about her other little children, and make their eyes bright and eager with many a strange tale, perhaps even with the dream of Wonderland of long ago: and how she would feel with all their simple sorrows, and find a pleasure in all their simple joys, remembering her own child-life, and the happy summer days.

Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?