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

If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrariwise, what it is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be it would. You see?

Contrariwise, if it was so, it might be; and if it were so, it would be; but as it isn't, it ain't. That's logic.

O Oysters,' said the Carpenter, You've had a pleasant run! Shall we be trotting home again?' But answer came there none - And this was scarcely odd, because They'd eaten every one.

Alice: This is impossible. The Mad Hatter: Only if you believe it is.

"Well, I never heard it before," said the Mock Turtle; "but it sounds uncommon nonsense."

One! two! and through and through The vorpal blade went snickersnack! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back.