Quotes from Lewis Carroll

ARE you to get in at all?' said the Footman. 'That's the first question, you know.

In that direction... lives a Hatter, and in that direction... lives a March Hare. Visit either you like: they're both mad.

Cheshire Puss,' she began, rather timidly, as she did not at all know whether it would like the name: however, it only grinned a little wider. 'Come, it's pleased so far,' thought Alice, and she went on. 'Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?' 'That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,' said the Cat.

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.

what would become of me? They're dreadfully fond of beheading people here: the great wonder is, that there's any one left alive!

A few more Rules may fitly be given here, for correspondence that has unfortunately become controversial . One is, don't repeat yourself . When once you have said your say, fully and clearly, on a certain point, and have failed to convince your friend, drop that subject : to repeat your arguments, all over again, will simply lead to his doing the same; and so you will go on, like a Circulating Decimal. Did you ever know a Circulating Decimal come to an end?

I'm sure the woods look sleepy in the autumn, when the leaves are getting brown.

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." "How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice. "You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here.

Yo, señor, en realidad no sé quién soy en este momento, aunque esta mañana lo sabía muy bien cuando me levanté, ¡pero he cambiado tantas veces desde entonces!

How doth the little crocodile Improve his shining tail, And pour the waters of the Nile On every golden scale! "How cheerfully he seems to grin, How neatly spread his claws, And welcome little fishes in, With gently smiling jaws!

For nonsense, as Chesterton liked to tell us, is a way of looking at existence that is akin to religious humility and wonder.

I ca'n't remember things as I used- and I don't keep the same size for ten minutes together!

And she tried to fancy what the flame of a candle looks like after the candle is blown out, for she could not remember ever having seen such a thing.

Quién eres tú? —dijo la Oruga. (...) —Apenas sé, señora, lo que soy en este momento... Sí sé quién era al levantarme esta mañana, pero creo que he cambiado varias veces desde entonces.

First, she dreamed of little Alice herself, and once again the tiny hands were clasped upon her knee, and the bright eager eyes were looking up into hers--she could hear the very tones of her voice, and see that queer little toss of her head to keep back the wandering hair that would always get into her eyes--and still as she listened, or seemed to listen, the whole place around her became alive the strange creatures of her little sister's dream.

Poderia me dizer, por favor, que caminho devo tomar para ir embora daqui?" "Depende bastante de para onde quer ir, respondeu o Gato." "Não me importa muito para onde, disse Alice." "Então não importa que caminho tome, disse o Gato." "Contanto que eu chegue a algum lugar, Alice acrescentou à guisa de explicação." "Oh, isso você vai conseguir, afirmou o Gato, desde que ande bastante.

she soon found out that the cause of this was the fan she was holding, and she dropped it hastily, just in time to avoid shrinking away altogether.

The Hatter's remark seemed to her to have no sort of meaning in it, and yet it was certainly English. I don't quite understand you, she said, as politely as she could.

Pero es que a mí no me gusta tratar con gente loca —protestó Alicia. —Oh, eso no lo puedes evitar —repuso el Gato—. Aquí todos estamos locos. Yo estoy loco. Tú estás loca. —¿Cómo sabes que yo estoy loca? —preguntó Alicia. —Tienes que estarlo —afirmó el Gato—, o no habrías venido aquí.

And ever since that, the Hatter went on in a mournful tone, He wo'n't do a thing I ask! It's always six o'clock now.

she had plenty of time as she went down to look about her and to wonder what was going to happen next. First, she tried to look down and make out what she was coming to, but it was too dark to see anything; then she looked at the sides of the well, and noticed that they were filled with cupboards and book-shelves; here and there she saw maps and pictures hung upon pegs.

I am real! said Alice, and began to cry.

If, in picking a quarrel, each party declined to go more than three-eighths of the way, and if, in making friends, each was ready to go five-eighths of the way—why, there would be more reconciliations than quarrels!

Who are YOU?' said the Caterpillar. ... - I—I 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.