If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense.

In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again.

Come back!" the Caterpillar called after her. "I've something important to say." This sounded promising, certainly. Alice turned and came back again. "Keep your temper," said the Caterpillar.

I can explain all the poems that were ever invented - and a good many that haven't been invented just yet.

And thus they give the time, that Nature meant for peaceful sleep and meditative snores, to ceaseless din and mindless merriment and waste of shoes and floors.

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.

‎You're not the same as you were before," he said. You were much more... muchier... you've lost your muchness.