Alice in Wonderland

The Duchess! The Duchess! Oh my dear paws! Oh my fur and whiskers! She’ll get me executed, as sure as ferrets are ferrets!

“If everybody minded their own business,” the Duchess said, in a hoarse growl, “the world would go round a deal faster than it does.”

“Oh, you’re sure to do that,” said the Cat, “if you only walk long enough.”

“In that direction,” the Cat said, waving its right paw round, “lives a Hatter: and in that direction,” waving the other paw, “lives a March Hare. Visit either you like: they’re both mad.”

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.

Everything’s got a moral, if only you can find it.

I don’t see how he can ever finish, if he doesn’t begin.

When I used to read fairy tales, I fancied that kind of thing never happened, and now here I am in the middle of one!

I shall be punished for it now, I suppose, by being drowned in my own tears! That will be a queer thing, to be sure! However, everything is queer to-day.

Rule Forty-two. All persons more than a mile high to leave the court.