I believe this thought, of the possibility of death - if calmly realised, and steadily faced would be one of the best possible tests as to our going to any scene of amusement being right or wrong.

"Take some more tea," the March Hare said to Alice, very earnestly. "I've had nothing yet," Alice replied in an offended tone, "so I can't take more."

You could not see a cloud, because No cloud was in the sky: No birds were flying overhead - There were no birds to fly.

It's a great huge game of chess that's being played--all over the world--if this is the world at all, you know. Oh, what fun it is! How I wish I was one of them! I wouldn't mind being a Pawn, if only I might join--though of course I should like to be a Queen, best.

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

It often runs in families," she remarked: "just as a love for pastry does.

And how do you know that you're mad?