If You’ll Believe In Me,

Mad Hatter: “why Is A Raven Like A Writing-desk?” “have You Guessed The Riddle Yet?” The Hatter Said, Turning To Alice Again. “no, I Give It Up,” Alice Replied: “what’s The Answer?” “i Haven’t The Slightest Idea,” Said The Hatter

It's A Poor Sort Of Memory That Only Works Backwards.

I Confess I Do Not Admire Naked Boys. They Always Seem To Me To Need Clothes, Whereas One Hardly Sees Why The Lovely Forms Of Girls Should Ever Be Covered Up.

She's In That State Of Mind That She Wants To Deny Something Only She Doesn't Know What To Deny!

Whenever The Horse Stopped (which It Did Very Often), He Fell Off In Front; And, Whenever It Went On Again (which It Generally Did Rather Suddenly), He Fell Off Behind. Otherwise He Kept On Pretty Well, Except That He Had A Habit Of Now And Then Falling Off Sideways; And, As He Generally Did This On The Side On Which Alice Was Walking, She Soon Found That It Was The Best Plan Not To Walk Quite Close To The Horse.