I don't know the meaning of half those long words, and, what's more, I don't believe you do either!
I do, Alice hastily replied; at least—at least I mean what I say—that’s the same thing, you know.
I can't explain myself, I'm afraid, sir,' said Alice, 'Because I'm not myself you see.
I almost wish I hadn't gone down that rabbit-hole—and yet—and yet—it's rather curious, you know, this sort of life!
How fond she is of finding morals in things!’ Alice thought to herself.
How doth the little crocodileImprove his shining tail,And pour the waters of the NileOn every golden scale!How cheerfully he seems to grin,How neatly he spreads his claws,And welcomes little fishes in...
He thought he saw a RattlesnakeThat questioned him in Greek:He looked again, and found it wasThe Middle of Next Week.'The one thing I regret,' he said,'Is that it cannot speak!
E então a duquesa disse: A moral disso é, tome conta do sentido e os sons tomarão conta de si mesmos.
Do you know, I always thought unicorns were fabulous monsters, too? I never saw one alive before!Well, now that we have seen each other, said the unicorn, if you'll believe in me, I'll believe in you.
Crawling at your feet,' said the Gnat (Alice drew her feet back in some alarm), `you may observe a Bread-and-Butterfly. Its wings are thin slices of Bread-and-butter, its body is a crust, and its head...
Call it what you like,' said the Cat. 'Do you play croquet with the Queen to-day?' 'I should like it very much,' said Alice, 'but I haven't been invited yet.' 'You'll see me there,' said the Cat, and...
Begin at the beginning,' the King said gravely, 'and go on till you come to the end: then stop.
Are there any lions or tigers about here?' she asked timidly.'It's only the Red King snoring,' said Tweedledee.'Come and look at him!' the brothers cried, and they each took one of Alice's hands, and...
Alice:How long is forever? White Rabbit:Sometimes, just one second.
Alice! A childish story take,And with a gentile handLay it where Childhood dreams are twinedIn memory's mystic band,Like pilgrim's withered wreath of flowersPluck'd in a far off land.
Whether the pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble of getting up
What you would seem to be—or if you'd like it put more simply—Never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than what it might appear to others that what you were or might have been was not otherwise tha...
We can but stand aside, and let them Rush upon their Fate! There is scarcely anything of yours, upon which it is so dangerous to Rush, as your Fate. You may Rush upon your Potato-beds, or your Strawbe...
Said the Knave, I didn't write it and they can't prove that I did; there's no name signed at the end.
No use in crying like that!' said Alice to herself, rather sharply; 'I advise you to leave off this minute!