Quotes from Lewis Carroll

I'm afraid I can't explain myself, sir. Because I am not myself, you see?

If you don't know where you are going any road can take you there

Take some more tea, the March Hare said to Alice, very earnestly. I've had nothing yet, Alice replied in an offended tone, so I can't take more. You mean you can't take less , said the Hatter: it's very easy to take more than nothing. Nobody asked your opinion, said Alice.

I can't explain myself, I'm afraid, sir,' said Alice, 'Because I'm not myself you see.

Alice: Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here? The Cheshire Cat: That depends a good deal on where you want to get to. Alice: I don't much care where. The Cheshire Cat: Then it doesn't much matter which way you go. Alice: ...So long as I get somewhere. The Cheshire Cat: Oh, you're sure to do that, if only you walk long enough.

I wonder if I've been changed in the night. Let me think. Was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is 'Who in the world am I?' Ah, that's the great puzzle!

I knew who I was this morning, but I've changed a few times since then.

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 dog growls when it's angry, and wags it's tail when it's pleased. Now I growl when I'm pleased, and wag my tail when I'm angry. Therefore I'm mad.

Where should I go? -Alice. That depends on where you want to end up. - The Cheshire Cat.

Be what you would seem to be - or, if you'd like it put more simply - never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than what it might appear to others that what you were or might have been was not otherwise than what you had been would have appeared to them to be otherwise.

How puzzling all these changes are! I'm never sure what I'm going to be, from one minute to another.

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

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

And what is the use of a book, thought Alice, without pictures or conversation?

It is better to be feared than loved.

The hurrier I go, the behinder I get.

Tut, tut, child! said the Duchess. Everything's got a moral, if only you can find it.

It's a poor sort of memory that only works backwards,' says the White Queen to Alice.

Well, I never heard it before, but it sounds uncommon nonsense.

Speak in French when you can't think of the English for a thing-- turn your toes out when you walk--- And remember who you are!

Yes, that's it! Said the Hatter with a sigh, it's always tea time.

I'd give all the wealth that years have piled, the slow result of life's decay, To be once more a little child for one bright summer day.

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.

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.