First, I Hate All Theological Controversy: It

I Try To Believe In As Many As Six Impossible Things Before Breakfast. Count Them, Alice. One, There Are Drinks That Make You Shrink. Two, There Are Foods That Make You Grow. Three, Animals Can Talk. Four, Cats Can Disappear. Five, There Is A Place Called Underland. Six, I Can Slay The Jabberwocky.

Death Is Always Sad, I Suppose, To Us Who Look Forward To It: I Expect It Will Seem Very Different When We Can Look Back Upon It.

I'm Very Much Afraid I Didn't Mean Anything But Nonsense. Still, You Know, Words Mean More Than We Mean To Express When We Use Them; So A Whole Book Ought To Mean A Great Deal More Than The Writer Means. So, Whatever Good Meanings Are In The Book, I'm Glad To Accept As The Meaning Of The Book.

I Don't Think..." Then You Shouldn't Talk, Said The Hatter.

Alice: This Is Impossible. The Mad Hatter: Only If You Believe It Is.