Let craft, ambition, spite, Be quenched in Reason's night, Till weakness turn to might, Till what is dark be light, Till what is wrong be right!
Speak in French when you can’t think of the English for a thing--turn your toes out when you walk---And remember who you are!
Alice sighed wearily. `I think you might do something better with the time,' she said, `than waste it in asking riddles that have no answers.'`If you knew Time as well as I do,' said the Hatter, `you...
For I do not believe God means us thus to divide life into half halves - to wear a grave face on Sunday, and to think it out-of-place to even so much as mention Him on a weekday. Do you think he cares...
If you drink much from a bottle marked 'poison' it is certain to disagree with you sooner or later.
You're enough to try the patience of an oyster!
Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.
Must a name mean something?" Alice asked doubtfully.Of course it must," Humpty Dumpty said with a short laugh; "my name means the shape I am - and a good handsome shape it is, too. With a name like yo...
The Unicorn looked dreamily at Alice, and said Talk, child.Alice could not help her lips curling up into a smile as she began: Do you know, I always thought Unicorns were fabulous monsters, too? I nev...
Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.
It's a poor sort of memory that only works backwards,' says the White Queen to Alice.
I don't know what you mean by 'glory,' Alice said. Humpty Dumpty smiled contemptuously. Of course you don't---till I tell you. I meant 'there's a nice knock-down argument for you!'But glory' doesn't m...
It's a poor sort of memory that only works backwards.
Beware the Jabberwock, my son The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!
[…]¿Podrías decirme, por favor, qué camino he de tomar para salir de aquí?—Depende mucho del punto adonde quieras ir —contestó el Gato.—Me da casi igual adónde —dijo Alicia.—Entonces no importa qué ca...
Then it doesn't matter which way you walk...-so long as I get somewhere.
It's ridiculous to leave all the conversation to the pudding!
As children', wrote Alice Raikes (Mrs. Wilson Fox) in The Times, January 22, 1932, 'we lived in Onslow Square and used to play in the garden behind the houses. Charles Dodgson used to stay with an old...
Curiouser and curiouser!
She who saves a single soul, saves the universe.
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