“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 ...”

“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.”

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

“Its no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.”

“Cat: Where are you going?Alice: Which way should I go?Cat: That depends on where you are going.Alice: I dont know.Cat: Then it doesnt matter which way you go.”

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

“Oh, Death was never enemy of ours!We laughed at him, we leagued with him, old chum.No soldier's paid to kick against His powers.We laughed, knowing that better men would come,And greater wars: whe...”

“I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.”

“It is strange how a scrap of poetry works in the mind and makes the legs move in time to it along the road.”