The Good and Great must ever shun That reckless and abandoned one Who stoops to perpetrate a pun.
Do not, oh do not indulge such a wild idea that a newspaper might err! If so what have we to trust in this age of sham?
Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall Humpty Dumpty had a great fall All the king’s horses and all the king’s men Couldn’t put Humpty together again.
We are but older children, dear, Who fret to find our bedtime near.
Once she remembered trying to box her own ears for having cheated herself in a game of croquet she was playing against herself, for this curious child was very fond of pretending to be two people.
How puzzling all these changes are! I’m never sure what I’m going to be, from one minute to another.
But then, shall I never get any older than I am now? That’ll be a comfort, one way – never to be an old woman – but then – always to have lessons to learn!
Anon, to sudden silence won, In fancy they pursue The dream-child moving through the land Of wonders wild and new, In friendly chat with bird or beast – And half believe it true.
Alice came to a fork in the road. ‘Which road do I take?’ she asked. ‘Where do you want to go?’ responded the Cheshire Cat. ‘I don’t know,’ Alice answered. ‘Then,’ said the Cat, ’it doesn’t matter.
There is a place, like no place on earth. A land full of wonder, mystery, and danger. Some say, to survive it, you need to be as mad as a hatter. Which, luckily, I am.
One thing was certain, that the white kitten had had nothing to do with it – it was the black kitten’s fault entirely.
She’s stark raving mad!
I don’t believe there’s an atom of meaning in it.
One! two! and through and through The vorpal blade went snickersnack! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back.
When the sands are all dry, he is gay as a lark, And will talk in contemptuous tones of the Shark: But, when the tide rises and sharks are around, His voice has a timid and tremulous sound.
The rule is, jam tomorrow and jam yesterday-but never jam today It must come sometime to jam today, Alice objected No it can’t said the Queen It’s jame every other day. Today isn’t any other day, you know.
Mad Hatter: “Why is a raven like a writing-desk?” “Have you guessed the riddle yet?” the Hatter said, turning to Alice again. “No, I give it up,” Alice replied: “What’s the answer?” “I haven’t the slightest idea,” said the Hatter.
How doth the little crocodile Improve his shining tail, And pour the waters of the Nile On every golden scale! How cheerfully he seems to grin, How neatly he spreads his claws, And welcomes little fishes in, With gently smiling jaws!
And, has thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! He chortled in his joy.
In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again.