Alice laughed. 'There's no use trying,' she said. 'One can't believe impossible things.' 'I daresay you haven't had much practice,' said the Queen. 'When I was your age, I always did it half an hour a day. Why, sometimes, I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.'
It's a poor sort of memory that only works backwards.
If you don't know where you are going, any road will take you there.
'Where shall I begin, please your Majesty' he asked. 'Begin at the beginning,' the King said, gravely, 'and go on till you come to the end then stop.'
'What is the use of a book,' thought Alice, 'without pictures or conversations'
Take care of the sense and the sounds will take care of themselves.
Sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.
With a sort of mental squint.
She generally gave herself very good advice, (though she very seldom followed it)
Reeling and Writhing, of course, to begin with, the Mock Turtle replied, and then the different branches of Arithmetic Ambition, Distraction, Uglification, and Derision
I am fond of children - except boys
Thanks for your nice little note, though I am sorry to hear you find Through the Looking Glass so uninteresting. You see I have done my best, so it isn't really my fault if you think Tweedledum and Tweedledee stupid, and wish that I had left out all about the train and the gnat.
Courtesy while you're thinking what to say. It saves time.
Curiouser and curiouser!
'Make a remark,' said the Red Queen; 'it's ridiculous to leave all the conversation to the pudding!'
Sentence first, verdict afterwards.
'But I dont want to go among mad people,' Alice remarked.<br/>'Oh, you cant help that,' said the Cat. 'Were all mad here. Im mad. Youre mad.'<br/>'How do you know Im mad?' said Alice.<span style=margin-left:10px/><br/>'You must be, said the Cat. 'or you wouldnt have come here.'
Photography is my one recreation and I think it should be done well.
I have had prayers answered - most strangely so sometimes - but I think our heavenly Father's loving-kindness has been even more evident in what He has refused me.
I can't go back to yesterday because I was a different person then.
Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.
If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?
One of the deep secrets of life is that all that is really worth the doing is what we do for others.
Who in the world am I? Ah, that's the great puzzle.
No, no! The adventures first, explanations take such a dreadful time.