Do not, oh do not indulge such a wild idea that a newspaper might err! If so what have we to trust in this age of sham?

Do you suppose she's a wildflower?

Can you row?" the Sheep asked, handing her a pair of knitting-needles as she spoke. "Yes, a little--but not on land--and not with needles--" Alice was beginning to say.

So she sat on with closed eyes, and half believed herself in Wonderland, though she knew she had but to open them again, and all would change to dull reality.

No good fish goes anywhere without a porpoise.

I am fond of children - except boys.

If everybody minded their own business... the world would go round a deal faster than it does.