Alice in Wonderland

“I ca’n’t explain myself, I’m afraid, Sir,” said Alice, “because I am not myself, you see.”

“we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.”

“you see a dog growls when it’s angry, and wags it’s tail when it’s pleased. Now I growl when I’m pleased, and wag my tail when I’m angry. Therefore I’m mad.”

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

“You mean you ca’n’t take less,” said the Hatter: “It’s very easy to take more than nothing.”

“It wasn’t very civil of you to sit down without being invited,” said the March Hare.

Off with her head!

How funny it’ll seem to come out among the people that walk with their heads downwards! The antipathies, I think—

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

It was all very well to say “Drink me,” but the wise little Alice was not going to do that in a hurry. “No, I’ll look first,” she said, “and see whether it’s marked ‘poison’ or not.”