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?
Who in the world am I? Ah, that's the great puzzle.
Why it's simply impassible!Alice: Why, don't you mean impossible?Door: No, I do mean impassible. Nothing's impossible!
If you drink much from a bottle marked 'poison' it is certain to disagree with you sooner or later.
Contrariwise,' continued Tweedledee, 'if it was so, it might be; and if it were so, it would be; but as it isn't, it ain't. That's logic.
I don't like the looks of it,' said the King: 'however, it may kis my hand, if it likes.''I'd rather not,' the Cat remarked.