Alice: I simply must get through! Doorknob: Sorry, you're much too big. Simply impassible. Alice: You mean impossible? Doorknob: No, impassible. Nothing's impossible.

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!

For first you write a sentence, And then you chop it small; Then mix the bits and sort them out Just as they chance to fall: The order of the phrases makes no difference at all.

Alice: This is impossible. The Mad Hatter: Only if you believe it is.

If you limit your actions in life to things that nobody can possibly find fault with, you will not do much!

Words mean more than we mean to express when we use them: so a whole book ought to mean a great deal more than the writer meant.

Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup!