It is a very inconvenient habit of kittens (Alice had once made the remark) that whatever you say to them, they always purr.

Oh, 'tis love, 'tis love that makes the world go round.

It was for bringing the cook tulip-roots instead of onions.

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?

Speak in French when you can't think of the English for a thing. Turn out your toes as you walk. And remember who you are!

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.

I don't think..." then you shouldn't talk, said the Hatter.