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

Thy loving smile will surely hail The love-gift of a fairy tale.

So young a child ought to know which way she's going, even if she doesn't know her own name!

Still she haunts me, phantomwise, Alice moving under skies Never seen by waking eyes.

The Mad Hatter: "Would you like some wine?" Alice: "Yes..." The Mad Hatter: "We haven't any and you're too young.

No Ghost of any common sense begins a conversation

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