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.

You won't make yourself a bit realer by crying.

In a Wonderland they lie, Dreaming as the days go by, Dreaming as the summers die: Ever drifting down the stream- Lingering in the golden gleam- Life, what is it but a dream?

When I used to read fairy-tales, I fancied that kind of thing never happened, and now here I am in the middle of one!

Keep your temper, said the Caterpillar.

'When I use a word,' Humpty Dumpty said in rather a scornful tone, 'it means just what I choose it to mean - neither more nor less.'

Who can tell whether the parallelogram, which in our ignorance we have defined and drawn, and the whole of whose properties we profess to know, may not be all the while panting for exterior angles, sympathetic with the interior, or sullenly repining at the fact that it cannot be inscribed in a circle?