Lewis Carroll, pseudonym for Charles Lutwidge Dodgson

Lewis
Carroll, pseudonym for Charles Lutwidge Dodgson
1832
1898

English Author, Mathematician, Logician, Anglican Deacon and Photographer. Best known for Alice's Adventures In Wonderland and sequel Through the Looking Glass

Author Quotes

When I used to read fairy-tales, I fancied that kind of thing never happened, and now here I am in the middle of one!

Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.

You should learn not to make personal remarks,' Alice said with some severity; 'it's very rude.' The Hatter opened his eyes very wide on hearing this; but all he said was, 'Why is a raven like a writing-desk?' 'Come, we shall have some fun now!' thought Alice. 'I'm glad they've begun asking riddles. ? I believe I can guess that,' she added aloud. 'Do you mean that you think you can find out the answer to it?' said the March Hare. 'Exactly so,' said Alice. 'Then you should say what you mean,' the March Hare went on. 'I do,' Alice hastily replied; 'at least ? at least I mean what I say ? that's the same thing, you know.' 'Not the same thing a bit!' said the Hatter. 'You might just as well say that I see what I eat is the same thing as I eat what I see!' 'You might just as well say,' added the March Hare, 'that I like what I get is the same thing as I get what I like!' 'You might just as well say,' added the Dormouse, who seemed to be talking in his sleep, 'that I breathe when I sleep is the same thing as I sleep when I breathe!' 'It is the same thing with you,' said the Hatter, and here the conversation dropped, and the party sat silent for a minute, while Alice thought over all she could remember about ravens and writing-desks, which wasn't much.

Usually they are expensive to spend without realizing it.

We're all mad here. I?m mad. You're mad

When I was your age, I always did it for half an hour a day. Why, sometimes, I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.

Will you walk a little faster?' said a whiting to a snail, 'there's a porpoise close behind us and he's treading on my tail. See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance! They are waiting on the shingle -- will you come and join the dance? Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance?

You used to be much more...muchier. You've lost your muchness.

Was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I am not the same, the next question is ?Who in the world am I? ?

What a funny watch!? she remarked. ?It tells the day of the month, and doesn?t tell what o?clock it is!? ?Why should it?? muttered the Hatter. ?Does YOUR watch tell you what year it is?? ?Of course not,? Alice replied very readily: ?but that?s because it stays the same year for such a long time together.? ?Which is just the case with MINE,? said the Hatter.

When I?m a Duchess, she said to herself (not in a very hopeful tone though), I won?t have any pepper in my kitchen at all. Soup does very well without. Maybe it?s always pepper that makes people hot-tempered, she went on, very much pleased at having found out a new kind of rule, and vinegar that makes them sour?and chamomile that makes them bitter?and?and barley-sugar and such things that make children sweet-tempered. I only wish people knew that; then they wouldn?t be so stingy about it, you know?

Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?' 'That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,' said the Cat. 'I don't much care where --' said Alice. 'Then it doesn't matter which way you go,' said the Cat. '--so long as I get somewhere,' Alice added as an explanation.

You won't make yourself a bit realer by crying.

We are but older children, dear, who fret to find our bedtime near.

What a strange world we live in...Said Alice to the Queen of hearts

When she thought it over afterwards it occurred to her that she ought to have wondered at this, but at the time it all seemed quite natural.

Ye golden hours of Life's young spring, of innocence, of love and truth! Bright, beyond all imagining,

You would have to be half mad to dream me up.

That's the reason they're called lessons, the Gryphon remarked: because they lessen from day to day.

The most precious human life is. It is given only once and you must live it so as not to be too painful for aimlessly wasted years not to burn the disgrace of vile and petty past, and when he died he could say: all my life and I paid all my strength to the best in the world.

The world is but a Thought, said he: The vast unfathomable sea Is but a Notion?unto me.

The `Why?' cannot, and need not, be put into words. Those for whom a child's mind is a sealed book, and who see no divinity in a child's smile, would read such words in vain: while for any one that has ever loved one true child, no words are needed. For he will have known the awe that falls on one in the presence of a spirit fresh from GOD's hands, on whom no shadow of sin, and but the outermost fringe of the shadow of sorrow, has yet fallen: he will have felt the bitter contrast between the haunting selfishness that spoils his best deeds and the life that is but an overflowing love--for I think a child's first attitude to the world is a simple love for all living things: and he will have learned that the best work a man can do is when he works for love's sake only, with no thought of name, or gain, or earthly reward. No deed of ours, I suppose, on this side the grave, is really unselfish: yet if one can put forth all one's powers in a task where nothing of reward is hoped for but a little child's whispered thanks, and the airy touch of a little child's pure lips, one seems to come somewhere near to this.

The pictures, with their ruddy light, are changed to dust and ashes white, and I am left alone with night.

Then proudly smiled that old man to see the eager lad rush madly for his pen and ink and for his blotting-pad ? but, when he thought of publishing, his face grew stern and sad.

The air is bright with hues of light and rich with laughter and with singing: young hearts beat high in ecstasy, And banners wave, and bells are ringing: but silence falls with fading day, and there's an end to mirth and play. Ah, well-a-day!

Author Picture
First Name
Lewis
Last Name
Carroll, pseudonym for Charles Lutwidge Dodgson
Birth Date
1832
Death Date
1898
Bio

English Author, Mathematician, Logician, Anglican Deacon and Photographer. Best known for Alice's Adventures In Wonderland and sequel Through the Looking Glass