Lewis Carroll

Alice had no idea what Latitude was, or Longitude either, but thought they were nice grand words to say.

I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently?

Most orators are born, you know.

“Goodly, indeed!” the other echoed with a groan. “We clomb it but at three miles in the hour.”

“But it’s no use now,” thought poor Alice, “to pretend to be two people! Why, there’s hardly enough of me left to make one respectable person!”

Just as if someone was kissing the window all over outside.

It wasn’t a Ghost that one would even offer a chair to!

“How large did he say the pudding was to be?” Balbus said at last. “Take its cubical contents, divide by the cubical contents of what each man can eat, and the quotient⁠—”

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.

It’s my opinion that you never think at all

But it’s ever so much shorter, going back, you know!

“Both,” said Balbus. “That’s an Ellipsis, my boy. Did you never see an Ellipsis before?”

“I shall be punished for it now, I suppose, by being drowned in my own tears! That will be a queer thing, to be sure! However, everything is queer today.”

Curtsey while you’re thinking what to say, it saves time.

Sometimes, when I’s too happy, I wants to be a little miserable.

“It’s no good having an Ellipsis, if they don’t keep it clean.”

“Why,” said the Dodo, “the best way to explain it is to do it.”

I’ve heard nonsense, compared with which that would be as sensible as a dictionary!

She was like that star to me⁠—bright, beautiful, and pure, but out of reach, out of reach!

“Much may be excused in a cat so treated,” said Balbus