You used to be much more..."muchier." You've lost your muchness.

Come, hearken then, ere voice of dread, with bitter tiding laden, shall summon to unwelcome bed a melancholy maiden! We are but older children, dear, who fret to find our bedtime near.

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!

He said he would come in,' the White Queen went on, `because he was looking for a hippopotamus. Now, as it happened, there wasn't such a thing in the house, that morning.' Is there generally?' Alice asked in an astonished tone. Well, only on Thursdays,' said the Queen.

A minute goes by so fearfully quick. You might as well try to stop a Bandersnatch!

Rule Forty-two. All persons more than a mile high to leave the court.

Where one is hopelessly undecided as to what to say, there (as Confucius would have said, if they had given him the opportunity) silence is golden.