Lewis Carroll, pseudonym for Charles Lutwidge Dodgson

Carroll, pseudonym for Charles Lutwidge Dodgson

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

Author Quotes

What is his sorrow?' She asked the Gryphon. And the Gryphon answered, very nearly in the same words as before, 'It's all his fancy, that: he hasn't got no sorrow, you know'.

Which way you ought to go depends on where you want to get to.

You can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me.

To me it seems that to give happiness is a far nobler goal that to attain it: and that what we exist for is much more a matter of relations to others than a matter of individual progress: much more a matter of helping others to heaven than of getting there ourselves.

Well! What are you? said the Pigeon. I can see you're trying to invent something!

'What is the use of a book', thought Alice, 'without pictures or conversations?'

Who am I then? Tell me that first, and then, if I like being that person, I'll come up; if not, I'll stay down here till I'm someone else.

You could not see a cloud, because No cloud was in the sky: No birds were flying overhead -- There were no birds to fly.

To suffering or fear. For all that's bad, or mean or sad, you have no mind,

Well, I never heard it before, but it sounds uncommon nonsense.

What mattered it to her just then that the rushes had begun to fade and to lose all their scent and beauty, from the very moment that she picked them? Even real scented rushes, you know, last only a very little while-- and these, being dream-rushes, melted away almost like snow, as they lay in heaps at her feet-- but Alice hardly noticed this, there were so many other curious things to think about.

Who ARE You? This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly, I--I hardly know, sir, just at present-- at least I know who I WAS when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.

You couldn't have it if you DID want it.

To the Looking-Glass world it was Alice that said 'I've a sceptre in hand, I've a crown on my head. Let the Looking-Glass creatures, whatever they be, Come and dine with the Red Queen, the White Queen, and me.

Well, it?s no use your talking about waking him, said Tweedledum, when you?re only one of the things in his dream. You know very well you?re not real. I am real! said Alice, and began to cry. You won?t make yourself a bit realer by crying, Tweedledee remarked: there?s nothing to cry about. If I wasn?t real, Alice said? half laughing through her tears, it all seemed so ridiculous? I shouldn?t be able to cry. I hope you don?t think those are real tears? Tweedledee interrupted in a tone of great contempt.

What may I do? at length I cried, Tired of the painful task. The fairy quietly replied, and said You must not ask.

Who did you pass on the road? the King went on, holding out his hand to the Messenger for some more hay. Nobody, said the Messenger. Quite right, said the King; this young lady saw him too. So of course Nobody walks slower than you. I do my best, the Messenger said in a sullen tone. I'm sure nobody walks much faster than I do! He can't do that, said the King, or else he'd have been here first.

You have no mind to be unkind, Said echo in her ear: No mind to bring a living thing

Suddenly the Professor started as if he had been electrified. Why, I had nearly forgotten the most important part of the entertainment! The Other Professor is to recite a Tale of a Pig I mean a Pig-Tale, he corrected himself. It has Introductory Verses at the beginning, and at the end. It can?t have Introductory Verses at the end, can it? said Sylvie. Wait till you hear it, said the Professor: then you will see. I?m not sure it hasn?t some in the middle, as well.

The dying crimson of the West that faintly tinged his haggard cheek, fell on her as she stood, and shed a glory round the patient head.

The sun was shining on the sea, shining with all his might: he did his very best to make the billows smooth and bright -- and this was odd, because it was the middle of the night. The moon was shining sulkily, because she thought the sun had got no business to be there after the day was done -- it's very rude of him, she said, to come and spoil the fun! the sea was wet as wet could be, the sands were dry as dry. You could not see a cloud, because no cloud was in the sky: no birds were flying overhead -- there were no birds to fly. In a wonderland they lie dreaming as the days go by, dreaming as the summer die.

There was nothing so very remarkable in that; nor did Alice think it so very much out of the way to hear the Rabbit say to itself Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be too late! (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); but when the Rabbit actually took a watch out of its waistcoat-pocket, and looked at it, and then hurried on, Alice started to her feet, for it flashed across her mind that she had never before seen a rabbit with either a waistcoat-pocket, or a watch to take out of it, and, burning with curiosity, she ran across the field after it, and was just in time to see it pop down a large rabbit-hole under the hedge.

Take care of the sense and the sounds will take care of themselves.

The executioner's argument was that you couldn't cut of something's head unless there was a trunk to sever it from. He'd never done anything like that in his time of life, and wasn't going to start now. The King's argument was that anything that had a head, could be beheaded, and you weren't to talk nonsense. The Queen's argument was that if something wasn't done about it in less than no time, she'd have everyone beheaded all round. It was this last argument that had everyone looking so nervous and uncomfortable.

The things most people want to know about are usually none of their business.

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