Keep your temper, said the Caterpillar.

I am fond of children - except boys.

You're entirely bonkers. But I'll tell you a secret... All the best people are!

In some ways, you know, people that don't exist, are much nicer than people that do.

If there's no meaning in it," said the King, "that saves a world of trouble, you know, as we needn't try to find any. And yet I don't know," he went on [...]; "I seem to see some meaning in them, after all.

Come, my child," I said, trying to lead her away. "Wish good-bye to the poor hare, and come and look for blackberries." "Good-bye, poor hare!" Sylvie obediently repeated, looking over her shoulder at it as we turned away. And then, all in a moment, her self-command gave way. Pulling her hand out of mine, she ran back to where the dead hare was lying, and flung herself down at its side in such an agony of grief as I could hardly have believed possible in so young a child. "Oh, my darling, my darling!" she moaned, over and over again. "And God meant your life to be so beautiful!

You have to run as fast as you can just to stay where you are. If you want to get anywhere, you'll have to run much faster.