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!

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....

Do you mean that you think you can find out the answer to it?” said the March Hare.”Exactly so,” said Alice.”Then you should say what you mean,” the March Hare went on.”I do,” Alice hastily...

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

Come back!” the Caterpillar called after her. “I’ve something important to say.”This sounded promising, certainly. Alice turned and came back again.”Keep your temper,” said the Caterpillar.

What do you call yourself?” the Fawn said at last. Such a soft sweet voice it had!”I wish I knew!” thought poor Alice. She answered, rather sadly, “Nothing, just now.””Think again,” it said: “that won’t...

A BOAT beneath a sunny sky,Lingering onward dreamilyIn an evening of July —Children three that nestle near,Eager eye and willing ear,Pleased a simple tale to hear —Long has paled that sunny sky:Echoes fade and memories...

¡Es de… lo más… irritante… -dijo al fin- que una persona no sepa distinguir una corbata de un cinturón!- Sé que es una terrible ignorancia por mi parte – dijo Alicia en un tono tan...

have i gone mad?im afraid so, but let me tell you something, the best people usualy are.

Then it doesn’t matter which way you walk…-so long as I get somewhere.

flüsterte Alice, „es geschehe dadurch, daß Jeder vor seiner Thüre fege.

Consider anything, only don’t cry!

Come, my child,” I said, trying to lead her away. “Wish good-bye to the poor hare, and come and look for blackberries.””Good-bye, poor hare!” Sylvie obediently repeated, looking over her shoulder at it as we...

When I use a word,’ Humpty Dumpty said in rather a scornful tone, ‘it means just what I choose it to mean — neither more nor less.’’The question is,’ said Alice, ‘whether you can make...

Who in the world am I? Ah, that’s the great puzzle.

Imagination is the only weapon in the war against reality.

I have a fairy by my side Which says I must not sleep, When once in pain I loudly cried It said “You must not weep” If, full of mirth, I smile and grin, It...

Go on till you come to the end; then stop.

If you drink much from a bottle marked ‘poison’ it is certain to disagree with you sooner or later.

She who saves a single soul, saves the universe.

And how do you know that you’re mad? “To begin with,” said the Cat, “a dog’s not mad. You grant that?” I suppose so, said Alice. “Well then,” the Cat went on, “you see a...