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

Who ARE You?" This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly, I--I hardly know, sir, just at present-- at least I know who I WAS when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.

Everything's got a moral, if only you can find it.

'When I use a word,' Humpty Dumpty said in rather a scornful tone, 'it means just what I choose it to mean - neither more nor less.'

If you’ll believe in me, I’ll believe in you.

"I could have done it in a much more complicated way," said the Red Queen, immensely proud.

In a Wonderland they lie, Dreaming as the days go by, Dreaming as the summers die: Ever drifting down the stream- Lingering in the golden gleam- Life, what is it but a dream?