A thick stick in one's hand makes people respectful.

Photography is my one recreation and I think it should be done well.

This was charming, no doubt; but they shortly found out That the Captain they trusted so well Had only one notion for crossing the ocean, And that was to tingle his bell.

Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance?

It is always allowable to ask for artichoke jelly with your boiled venison; however there are houses where this is not supplied.

Here is a golden Rule.... Write legibly. The average temper of the human race would be perceptibly sweetened, if everybody obeyedthis Rule!

I'm not crazy. My reality is just different than yours.
~ Cheshire Cat.

Beautiful soup! Who cares for fish, game or any other dish? Who would not give all else for two pennyworth of beautiful soup?

I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, 'Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.'

You would have to be half-mad to dream me up.

You shouldn't make jokes if it makes you so unhappy.

I see nobody on the road, said Alice. I only wish I had such eyes, the King remarked in a fretful tone. To be able to see Nobody! And at that distance too! Why, it's as much as I can do to see real people, by this light.

I think I should understand that better, if I had it written down: but I can't quite follow it as you say it.

But oh, beamish nephew, beware of the day,
If your Snark be a Boojum! for then
You will softly and suddenly vanish away,
And never be met with again!

Do you suppose she's a wildflower?

I'd give all the wealth that years have piled, the slow result of life's decay, To be once more a little child for one bright summer day.

The chief difficulty Alice found at first was in managing her flamingo.

To the Looking-Glass world it was Alice that said 'I've a sceptre in hand, I've a crown on my head. Let the Looking-Glass creatures, whatever they be, Come and dine with the Red Queen, the White Queen, and me.

Be who you are, said the Duchess to Alice, or, if you would like it put more simply, never try to be what you might have been or could have been other than what you should have been.

And how do you know that you're mad?