It’s a miserable story!” said Bruno. “It begins miserably, and it ends miserablier. I think I shall cry. Sylvie, please lend me your handkerchief.” “I haven’t got it with me,” Sylvie whispered. “Then I won’t cry,” said Bruno manfully.

Thy loving smile will surely hail The love-gift of a fairy tale.

It is a very inconvenient habit of kittens (Alice had once made the remark) that whatever you say to them, they always purr.

I should like the whole race of nurses to be abolished: children should be with their mother as much as possible, in my opinion.

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.

Everything's got a moral, if only you can find it.

So she was considering in her own mind...whether the pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble of getting up & picking the daisies.