Alice's Adventures in Wonderland

by Lewis Carroll

“If everybody minded their own business,” the Duchess said, in a hoarse growl, “the world would go round a deal faster than it does.”

“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,” said the Cat, “or you wouldn’t have come here.”

“I’ve seen hatters before,” she said to herself: “the March Hare will be much the most interesting, and perhaps, as this is May, it won’t be raving mad—at least not so mad as it was in March.”

“Why is a raven like a writing-desk?”

“If you knew Time as well as I do,” said the Hatter, “you wouldn’t talk about wasting it. It’s him.”

“I dare say you never even spoke to Time!” “Perhaps not,” Alice cautiously replied; “but I know I have to beat time when I learn music.” “Ah! That accounts for it,” said the Hatter. “He won’t stand beating.

“It’s all his fancy, that: he hasn’t got no sorrow, you know. Come on!”

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

“Why, if a fish came to me, and told me he was going a journey, I should say ‘With what porpoise?’” “Don’t you mean ‘purpose’?” said Alice.

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

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