Lewis Carroll

"The time has come " the Walrus said "To talk of many things Of shoes - and ships - and sealing-wax - Of cabbages - and kings - And why the sea is boiling hot - And whether pigs have wings."

"The horror of that moment " the King went on "I shall never forget." "You will though " the Queen said "if you don't make a memorandum of it."

"Now here you see it takes all the running you can do to keep in the same place. If you want to get somewhere else you must run at least twice as fast as that!"

"The rule is jam tomorrow and jam yesterday - but never jam today."

"Sometimes I have believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast."

"Tut tut child " said the Duchess. "Everything's got a moral if only you can find it."

"The horror of that moment ' the King went on T shall never never forget!' 'You will though 'the Queen said 'if you don't make a memorandum of it."

"Begin at the beginning, the King said, very gravely, and go on till you come to the end: then stop."

"It’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then."

"am i insane" asked alice"yes, but all the best people are" replied her father"

"To be sure, this is what generally happens when one eats cake; but Alice had got so much into the way of expecting nothing but out-of-the-way things to happen, that it seemed quite dull and stupid for life to go on in the common way."

"Alice asked the Cheshire Cat who was sitting in a tree "What road do I take"The cat asked, "Where do you want to go"I don't know " answered Alice. "Then, said the cat, it really doesn't matter, does it?"

"It is the one of the great secrets of life that those things are most worth doing,we do for others."

"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 uncle there, and walk up and down, his hands behind him, on the strip of lawn. One day, hearing my name, he called me to him saying, "So you are another Alice. I'm very found of Alices. Would you like to come and see something which is rather puzzling" We followed him into his house which opened, as ours did, upon the garden, into a room full of furniture with a tall mirror standing across one corner.' "Now", he said giving me an orange, "first tell me which hand you have got that in." "The right" I said. "Now", he said, "go and stand before that glass, and tell me which hand the little girl you see there has got it in." After some perplexed contemplation, I said, "The left hand." "Exactly," he said, "and how do you explain that" I couldn't explain it, but seeing that some solution was expected, I ventured, "If I was on the other side of the glass, wouldn't the orange still be in my right hand" I can remember his laugh. "Well done, little Alice," he said. "The best answer I've heard yet." "I heard no more then, but in after years was told that he said that had given him his first idea for Through the Looking-Glass, a copy of which, together with each of his other books, he regularly sent me."

"Surely your gladness need not be the less for the thought that you will one day see a brighter dawn than this."

"I have a fairy by my side Which says I must not sleep, When once in pain I loudly cried It said "You must not weep" If, full of mirth, I smile and grin, It says "You must not laugh" When once I wished to drink some gin It said "You must not quaff". When once a meal I wished to taste It said "You must not bite" When to the wars I went in haste It said "You must not fight". "What may I do" at length I cried, Tired of the painful task. The fairy quietly replied, And said "You must not ask". Moral: "You mustn't."

"A BOAT beneath a sunny sky,Lingering onward dreamily In an evening of July —Children three that nestle near,Eager eye and willing ear,Pleased a simple tale to hear —Long has paled that sunny sky:Echoes fade and memories die:Autumn frosts have slain July. Still she haunts me, phantomwise,Alice moving under skies Never seen by waking eyes. Children yet, the tale to hear,Eager eye and willing ear,Lovingly shall nestle near. In a Wonderland they lie,Dreaming as the days go by,Dreaming as the summers die:Ever drifting down the stream —Lingering in the golden gleam —Life, what is it but a dream?"

"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."

"What matter it how far we go" his scaly friend replied."There is another shore, you know, upon the other side."

"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!"