Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking-Glass (Modern Library Classics)

by Lewis Carroll

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.

She generally gave herself very good advice (though she very seldom followed it),

hardly know, sir, just at present—at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.”

“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.”

“That’s the reason they’re called lessons,” the Gryphon remarked: “because they lessen from day to day.”

“I could tell you my adventures—beginning from this morning,” said Alice a little timidly: “but it’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.”

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

“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.”