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!

Take care of the sense and the sounds will take care of themselves.

It’s a poor sort of memory that only works backwards,’ says the White Queen to Alice.

If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn’t. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn’t be. And what...

Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;All mimsy were the borogoves,And the mome raths outgrabe.”Beware the Jabberwock, my son The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!Beware the Jubjub...

Is Life itself a dream, I wonder?

Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.

I can’t go back to yesterday because I was a different person then.

I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says “Go to...

I always thought they were fabulous monsters!” said the Unicorn. “Is it alive?””It can talk,” said Haigha, solemnly.The Unicorn looked dreamily at Alice, and said, “Talk, child.”Alice could not help her lips curling up into...

I haven’t the slightest idea,” said the Hatter

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.

ma due possono. Con un aiuto adeguato, avresti potuto fermarti a sette anni.

Read the directions and directly you will be directed in the right direction.

One! two! and through and throughThe vorpal blade went snickersnack!He left it dead, and with its headHe went galumphing back.

If I had but the time and you had but the brain

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

All right,” said the Cat; and this time it vanished quite slowly, beginning with the end of the tail, and ending with the grin, which remained some time after the rest of it had gone.

The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence: at last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth,

And never, never, dear madam, put ‘Wednesday’ simply as the date! That way madness lies!

It would be so nice if something made sense for a change.

Scarce was the verdict spoken,When that still calm was broken,A childish form hath burst into the throng;With tears and looks of sadness,That bring no news of gladness,But tell too surely something hath gone wrong!

The Red Queen shook her head. “You may call it ‘nonsense’ if you like,” she said, “but I’ve heard nonsense, compared with which that would be as sensible as a dictionary!

I knew who I was this morning, but I’ve changed a few times since then.

I don’t think…” then you shouldn’t talk, said the Hatter.

we can but stand aside, and let them Rush upon their Fate! There is scarcely anything of yours, upon which it is so dangerous to Rush, as your Fate. You may Rush upon your Potato-beds,...

Why it’s simply impassible!Alice: Why, don’t you mean impossible?Door: No, I do mean impassible. (chuckles) Nothing’s impossible!

I’m very much afraid I didn’t mean anything but nonsense.

and vinegar that makes them sour—and camomile that makes them bitter—and—and barley-sugar and such things that make children sweet-tempered. I only wish people knew that: then they wouldn’t be so stingy about it, you know—

Contrariwise,’ continued Tweedledee, ‘if it was so, it might be; and if it were so, it would be; but as it isn’t, it ain’t. That’s logic.

Cheshire Puss,’ she began, rather timidly, as she did not at all know whether it would like the name: however, it only grinned a little wider. ‘Come, it’s pleased so far,’ thought Alice, and she...

In vain we roared;in vain we triedTo rouse her into laughter:Her pensive glances wandered wideFrom orchestra to rafter -“TIER UPON TIER!” she said,and sighed;And silence followed after.

The Mad Gardener’s SongHe thought he saw an Elephant, That practised on a fife:He looked again, and found it was A letter from his wife.’At length I realise,’ he said, ‘The bitterness of Life!’He thought...

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

The table was a large one, but the three were all crowded together at one corner of it: ‘No room! No room!’ they cried out when they saw Alice coming. ‘There’s plenty of room!’ said...

Little Alice fell d o w nthe hOle, bumped her head and bruised her soul

Curiouser and curiouser.

Lastly, she pictured to herself how this same little sister of hers would, in the after-time, be herself a grown woman; and how she would keep, through all her riper years, the simple and loving...

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...

Perhaps the hardest thing in all literature— at least I have found it so: by no voluntary effort can I accomplish it: I have to take it as it comes— is to write anything original....

What does it matter where my body happens to be?’ he said. ‘My mind goes on working all the same.

Cat: Where are you going?Alice: Which way should I go?Cat: That depends on where you are going.Alice: I don’t know.Cat: Then it doesn’t matter which way you go.

And how many hours a day did you do lessons?’ said Alice, in a hurry to change the subject.Ten hours the first day,’ said the Mock Turtle: ‘nine the next, and so on.’What a curious...

what is the use of a book,’ thought Alice, ‘without pictures or conversations?'”- Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland, Ch. 1

The time has come,” the walrus said, “to talk of many things: Of shoes and ships – and sealing wax – of cabbages and kings

Quiero decir, ,qué es un regalo de no-cumpleaños?- Un regalo que te hacen cuando no es tu cumpleaños, naturalmente.Alicia meditó un momento. , dijo por fin.- ¡No sabes lo que dices! -exclamó Tentetieso- ,Cuántos días...

Alice laughed. ‘There’s no use trying,’ she said. ‘One can’t believe impossible things.’I daresay you haven’t had much practice,’ said the Queen. ‘When I was your age, I always did it for half-an-hour a day....

For I do not believe God means us thus to divide life into half halves – to wear a grave face on Sunday, and to think it out-of-place to even so much as mention Him...

Tut, tut, child!” said the Duchess. “Everything’s got a moral, if only you can find it.

Oh, don’t go on like that!” cried the poor Queen, wringing her hands in despair. “Consider what a great girl you are. Consider what a long way you’ve come today. Consider what o’clock it is....