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.

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

The Red Queen shook her head. "You may call it 'nonsense' if you like," she said, "but I've heard nonsense, compared with which that would be as sensible as a dictionary!

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

Do you hear the snow against the windowpanes, Kitty? How nice and soft it sounds! Just as if some one was kissing the window all over outside. I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, 'Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.' And when they wake up in the summer, Kitty, they dress themselves all in green, and dance about - whenever the wind blows.

The recent extraordinary discovery in Photography, as applied in the operations of the mind, has reduced the art of novel-writing to the merest mechanical labour.

Death is always sad, I suppose, to us who look forward to it: I expect it will seem very different when we can look back upon it.