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

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.

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!

The proper definition of a man is an animal that writes letters.

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!

The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence: at last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth, and addressed her in a languid, sleepy voice. 'Who are you?' said the Caterpillar. 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.' 'What do you mean by that?' said the Caterpillar sternly. 'Explain yourself!' 'I can't explain myself, I'm afraid, sir' said Alice, 'because I'm not myself, you see.' 'I don't see,' said the Caterpillar. 'I'm afraid I can't put it more clearly,' Alice replied very politely, 'for I can't understand it myself to begin with; and being so many different sizes in a day is very confusing.

The Queen turned crimson with fury, and, after glaring at her for a moment like a wild beast, screamed 'Off with her head! Off?' 'Nonsense!' said Alice, very loudly and decidedly, and the Queen was silent.

There are certain things - as, a spider, a ghost, the income-tax, gout, an umbrella for three - that I hate, but the thing that I hate the most is a thing they call the Sea.

The chief difficulty Alice found at first was in managing her flamingo.

The question is, which is to be master? That's all. They've a temper, some of them. Particularly verbs. Oh, they're the proudest! Adjectives, eh, you can do anything with, but not verbs however.

There are three hundred and sixty-four days when you might get un-birthday presents, and only one for birthday presents, you know.

The day was wet, the rain fell souse like jars of strawberry jam, a sound was heard in the old henhouse, a beating of a hammer.

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