She tried to fancy what the flame of a candle is like after the candle is blown out, for she could not remember ever having seen such a thing.

Either it brings tears to their eyes, or else -" "Or else what?" said Alice, for the Knight had made a sudden pause. "Or else it doesn't, you know.

One of the hardest things in the world is to convey a meaning accurately from one mind to another.

If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrariwise, what it is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be it would. You see?

We are but older children, dear, Who fret to find our bedtime near.

And here Alice began to get rather sleepy, and went on saying to herself, in a dreamy sort of way, 'Do cats eat bats? Do cats eat bats?' and sometimes, 'Do bats eat cats?' for, you see, as she couldn't answer either question, it didn't much matter which way she put it.

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!