Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance?

But then, shall I never get any older than I am now? That'll be a comfort, one way -- never to be an old woman -- but then -- always to have lessons to learn!

I once delivered a simple ball, which I was told, had it gone far enough, would have been considered a wide

Be who you are, said the Duchess to Alice, or, if you would like it put more simply, never try to be what you might have been or could have been other than what you should have been.

Curiouser and curiouser.

And ever, as the story drained The wells of fancy dry, And faintly strove that weary one To put the subject by, "The rest next time--" "It is next time!" The Happy voice cry. Thus grew the tale of Wonderland

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