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"Alice! A childish story take,
And, with a gentle hand,
Lay it where childhood dreams are twined.
In memory's mystic band,
Like Pilgrim's wither'd wreath of flowers
Pluck'd in a far off land..."

"'...and what is the use of a book', thought Alice,'without pictures or conversations?'"

"If you drink much from a bottle marked 'poision', it is almost certain to disagree with you, sooner or later."

"Curiouser and curiouser!"

"If everyone minded their own biussness...the world would go around a deal faster than it does."

"'Would you tell me, please, where it is I ought to go from here?' 'That depends a good deal on on where you want to get to...'"

"Oh! Tis love, tis love that makes the world go 'round!"

"Be what you would seem to be...Never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than what it might appear to others that what you were or might have been was not otherwise than what you had been would have appeared to them to be otherwise."

"That's the reason that they're called Lessons...they lessen from day to day."

"...now she would feel with all their simple sorrows, and find pleasure in all thier simple joys, remembering her own chid-life, and the happy summer days."

"And, though the shadows of a sigh
May tremble through the story,
For happy summer days gone by,
And vanished Summer glory-
It shall not touch, with breath of bale,
The pleasure of our Fairy Tale."