Lewis Carroll Quotes

Tis a secret: none knows how it comes, how it goes: But the name of the secret is Love!

Alice: I simply must get through! Doorknob: Sorry, you're much too big. Simply impassible. Alice: You mean impossible? Doorknob: No, impassible. Nothing's impossible.

Well that was the silliest tea party I ever went to! I am never going back there again!

He was part of my dream, of course -- but then I was part of his dream, too.

For, you see, so many out-of-the-way things had happened lately, that Alice had begun to think that very few things indeed were really impossible.

Epithets, like pepper, Give zest to what you write; And if you strew them sparely, They whet the appetite: But if you lay them on too thick, You spoil the matter quite!

The Good and Great must ever shun That reckless and abandoned one Who stoops to perpetrate a pun.

when she thought it over afterwards it occurred to her that she ought to have wondered at this, but at the time it all seemed quite natural

I don't believe there's an atom of meaning in it.

I said it in Hebrew—I said it in Dutch— I said it in German and Greek; But I wholly forgot (and it vexes me much) That English is what you speak!

Rule Forty-two. All persons more than a mile high to leave the court.

One thing was certain, that the white kitten had had nothing to do with it-- it was the black kitten's fault entirely.

You're thinking about something, my dear, and that makes you forget to talk.

Yet what are all such gaieties to me whose thoughts are full of indices and surds?

But oh, beamish nephew, beware of the day, If your Snark be a Boojum! for then You will softly and suddenly vanish away, And never be met with again!

In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again.

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!

You are old Father William,' the young man said, 'and your hair has become very white; and yet you incessantly stand on your head-do you think, at your age, it is right?

And how do you know that you're mad?

Ill try the whole cause, and condemn you to death.

The Mad Hatter: "Would you like some wine?" Alice: "Yes..." The Mad Hatter: "We haven't any and you're too young.

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

Is Life itself a dream, I wonder?

You can't be that good; you work for me.

Be sure the safest rule is that we should not dare to live in any scene in which we dare not die.

A thick stick in one's hand makes people respectful.

Every story has a moral you just need to be clever enough to find it - the Dutchess

We are but older children, dear, Who fret to find our bedtime near.

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

"Write that down," the King said to the jury, and the jury eagerly wrote down all three dates on their slates, and then added them up, and reduced the answer to shillings and pence.

Where do you come from? And where are you going? Look up, speak nicely, and don't twiddle your fingers all the time.

Be who you are, said the Duchess to Alice, or, if you would like it put more simply, never try to be what you might have been or could have been other than what you should have been.

No Ghost of any common sense begins a conversation

Somehow it seems to fill my head with ideas - only I don't exactly know what they are!

burning with curiosity

Who sail on stormy seas; And that's the way I get my bread -- A trifle, if you please.

Of all things, I do like a Conspiracy! It's so interesting!

Still, as Christmas-tide comes round, They remember it again - Echo still the joyful sound "Peace on earth, good-will to men!"

I believe this thought, of the possibility of death - if calmly realised, and steadily faced would be one of the best possible tests as to our going to any scene of amusement being right or wrong.

There are certain things--as, a spider, a ghost, The income-tax, gout, an umbrella for three-- That I hate, but the thing that I hate the most Is a thing they call the Sea.

All in the golden afternoon Full leisurely we glide; For both our oars, with little skill, By little arms are plied, While little hands make vain pretence Our wanderings to guide.

In autumn, when the leaves are brown, Take pen and ink, and write it down.

Take my friends and my home - as an outcast I'll roam: Take the money I have in the bank: It is just what I wish, but deprive me of fish, And my life would indeed be blank.

Magnitudes are algebraically represented by letter, men by men of letters, and so on.

My beloved friend - one of the most unique and charming personalities of our time.

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.

If he smiled much more, the ends of his mouth might meet behind, and then I don't know what would happen to his head! I'm afraid it would come off!

PLAIN SUPERFICIALITY is the character of a speech, in which any two points being taken, the speaker is found to lie wholly with regard to those two points.

The vast unfathomable sea Is but a Notion-unto me.

I have often seen a cat without a grin - but a grin without a cat - remember the cat kept appearing and disappearing slowly bit by bit.