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

There was once a young man of Oporta, who daily got shorter and shorter, the reason he said was the hood on his head which was filled with the heaviest mortar.

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

The hurrier I go, the behinder I get.

The time has come the walrus said to talk of many things: of shoes- and ships- and sealing wax- of cabbages and kings- and why the sea is boiling hot- and whether pigs have wings.

They're dreadfully fond of beheading people here; the great wonder is, that there's anyone left alive!

Take some more tea, the March Hare said to Alice, very earnestly. I've had nothing yet, Alice replied in an offended tone, so I can't take more. You mean you can't take less, said the Hatter: it's very easy to take more than nothing. Nobody asked your opinion, said Alice.

The light was faint, and soft the air that breathed around the place; and she was lithe, and tall, and fair, and with a wayward grace her queenly head she bare.

The twelve jurors were all writing very busily on the slates. What are they doing? Alice whispered to the Gryphon. They can't have anything to put down yet, before the trial's begun. They're putting down their names, the Gryphon whispered in reply, for fear they should forget them before the end of the trial.

They've a temper, some of them--particularly verbs: they're the proudest--adjectives you can do anything with, but not verbs--however I can manage the whole lot of them!

That narrow window, I expect, serves but to let the dusk in - But please, said I, to recollect 'Twas fashioned by an architect Who pinned his faith on Ruskin!

The Mad Gardener's Song: He thought he saw an Elephant, That practiced on a fife: He looked again, and found it was A letter from his wife. 'At length I realize,' he said, 'the bitterness of Life!' He thought he saw a Buffalo Upon the chimney-piece: He looked again, and found it was His Sister's Husband's Niece. 'Unless you leave this house,' he said, 'I'll send for the Police!' He thought he saw a Rattlesnake that questioned him in Greek: He looked again, and found it was The Middle of Next Week. 'The one thing I regret,' he said, 'Is that it cannot speak!' He thought he saw a Banker's Clerk Descending from the bus: He looked again, and found it was A Hippopotamus. 'If this should stay to dine,' he said, 'There won't be much for us!' He thought he saw a Kangaroo That worked a coffee-mill: He looked again, and found it was A Vegetable-Pill. 'Were I to swallow this,' he said, 'I should be very ill!' He thought he saw a Coach-and-Four that stood beside his bed: He looked again, and found it was A Bear without a Head. 'Poor thing,' he said, 'poor silly thing! It's waiting to be fed!' He thought he saw an Albatross that fluttered round the lamp: He looked again, and found it was A Penny-Postage Stamp. 'You'd best be getting home,' he said: 'The nights are very damp!' He thought he saw a Garden-Door that opened with a key: He looked again, and found it was A Double Rule of Three: 'And all its mystery,' he said, 'Is clear as day to me!' He thought he saw a Argument That proved he was the Pope: He looked again, and found it was A Bar of Mottled Soap. 'A fact so dread,' he faintly said, 'Extinguishes all hope!

The twinkling of what? asked the King.

This piece of rudeness was more than Alice could bear: she got up in great disgust, and walked off; the Dormouse fell asleep instantly, and neither of the others took the least notice of her going, though she looked back once or twice, half hoping that they would call after her: the last time she saw them, they were trying to put the Dormouse into the teapot. At any rate I'll never go THERE again!' said Alice as she picked her way through the wood. It's the stupidest tea-party I ever was at in all my life!

That would never do, I'm sure,' said Alice: `the governess would never think of excusing me lessons for that. If she couldn't remember my name, she'd call me Miss! as the servants do.' Well. if she said Miss, and didn't say anything more,' the Gnat remarked, `of course you'd miss your lessons. That's a joke. I wish YOU had made it.' Why do you wish I had made it?' Alice asked. `It's a very bad one.' But the Gnat only sighed deeply, while two large tears came rolling down its cheeks. You shouldn't make jokes,' Alice said, `if it makes you so unhappy.

THE MAD HATTER: -Have I gone mad? ALICE: I'm afraid so. You're entirely bonkers. But I'll tell you a secret, all the best people are.

The Unicorn looked dreamily at Alice, and said Talk, child. Alice could not help her lips curling up into a smile as she began: Do you know, I always thought Unicorns were fabulous monsters, too? I never saw one alive before! Well, now that we have seen each other, said the Unicorn, If you'll believe in me, I'll believe in you. Is that a bargain?

This was charming, no doubt; but they shortly found out that the Captain they trusted so well Had only one notion for crossing the ocean, And that was to tingle his bell.

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

THE MAD HATTER: Would you like some wine? ALICE: Yes... THE MAD HATTER: We haven't any and you're too young.

The West is the fitting tomb for all the sorrow and the sighing, all the errors and the follies of the Past: for all its withered Hopes and all its buried Loves! From the East comes new strength, new ambition, new Hope, new Life, new Love! Look Eastward! Aye, look Eastward!"

Those locks of jet are turned to gray, and she is strange and far away that might have been mine own to-day ? that might have been mine own, my dear, through many and many a happy year ? that might have sat beside me here.

That's just the trouble with me, I give myself very good advice, but I very seldom follow it.

The master was an old Turtle--we used to call him Tortoise--' Why did you call him Tortoise, if he wasn't one?' Alice asked. We called him Tortoise because he taught us,' said the Mock Turtle angrily; 'really you are very dull!' You ought to be ashamed of yourself for asking such a simple question,' added the Gryphon; and then they both sat silent and looked at poor Alice, who felt ready to sink into the earth.

The White Knight must not have whiskers; he must not be made to look old.

Thou fairy-dream of youth! I'd give all wealth that years have piled, the slow result of Life's decay, to be once more a little child for one bright summer-day.

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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