Alice: This Is Impossible. The Mad Hatter:

There Are Three Hundred And Sixty-four Days When You Might Get Un-birthday Presents, And Only One For Birthday Presents, You Know.

Be Sure The Safest Rule Is That We Should Not Dare To Live In Any Scene In Which We Dare Not Die.

Come, My Child," I Said, Trying To Lead Her Away. "wish Good-bye To The Poor Hare, And Come And Look For Blackberries." "good-bye, Poor Hare!" Sylvie Obediently Repeated, Looking Over Her Shoulder At It As We Turned Away. And Then, All In A Moment, Her Self-command Gave Way. Pulling Her Hand Out Of Mine, She Ran Back To Where The Dead Hare Was Lying, And Flung Herself Down At Its Side In Such An Agony Of Grief As I Could Hardly Have Believed Possible In So Young A Child. "oh, My Darling, My Darling!" She Moaned, Over And Over Again. "and God Meant Your Life To Be So Beautiful!

If You’ll Believe In Me, I’ll Believe In You.

It's A Great Huge Game Of Chess That's Being Played--all Over The World--if This Is The World At All, You Know. Oh, What Fun It Is! How I Wish I Was One Of Them! I Wouldn't Mind Being A Pawn, If Only I Might Join--though Of Course I Should Like To Be A Queen, Best.