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!

What is the use of a book without pictures or conversations?-Alice in Wonderland

Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?””That depends a good deal on where you want to get to.””I don’t much care where –””Then it doesn’t matter which way you...

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

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!

You know what the issue is with this world? Everyone wants some magical solution to their problem and everyone refuses to believe in magic.

Where should I go?” -Alice. “That depends on where you want to end up.” – The Cheshire Cat.

And ever, as the story drainedThe wells of fancy dry,And faintly strove that weary oneTo put the subject by,”The rest next time–” “It is next time!”The Happy voice cry.Thus grew the tale of Wonderland

The twelve jurors were all writing very busily on the slates. “What are they doing?” Alice whispered to the Gryphon. “They can’t have anything to put down yet, before the trial’s begun.””They’re putting down their...

But I don’t want to go among mad people,” Alice remarked.”Oh, you can’t help that,” said the Cat: “we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.””How do you know I’m mad?” said Alice.”You must be,”...

But, said Alice, if the world has absolutely no sense, who’s stopping us from inventing one?

No, no! The adventures first, explanations take such a dreadful time.

A likely story indeed!” said the Pigeon, in a tone of the deepest contempt. “I’ve seen a good many little girls in my time, but never one with such a neck as that! No, no!...

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...