You’d have to be half mad to dream me up
Really, now you ask me,’ said Alice, very much confused, ‘I don’t think–‘
Then you shouldn’t talk,’ said the Hatter.
I–I hardly know, sir, just at present– at least I know who I WAS when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.
One of the deep secrets of life is that all that is really worth the doing is what we do for others.
bottle that reads, “Drink me.
Rabbit-Hole Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting
I maintain that any writer of a book is fully authorised in attaching any meaning he likes to a word or phrase he intends to use. If I find an author saying, at the beginning of his book, “Let it be understood that by the word ‘black’ I shall always mean ‘white,’ and by the word ‘white’ I shall always mean ‘black,'” I meekly accept his ruling, however injudicious I think it.
(“Poderia me dizer, por favor, que caminho devo tomar para ir embora daqui?
When I use a word,” Humpty Dumpty said in rather a scornful tone, “it means just what I choose it to mean – neither more nor less.