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

Lastly, she pictured to herself how this same little sister of hers would, in the after-time, be herself a grown woman; and how she would keep, through all her riper years, the simple and loving heart of her childhood: and how she would gather about her other little children, and make their eyes bright and eager with many a strange tale, perhaps even with the dream of Wonderland of long ago: and how she would feel with all their simple sorrows, and find a pleasure in all their simple joys, remembering her own child-life, and the happy summer days.

Not as in rest she bowed, but large hot tears were coursing down her cheek. And her low-panted sobs broke awfully upon the sleeping echoes of the night.

Oh, 'tis love, 'tis love that makes the world go round.

Port-wine, he says, when rich and sound, warms his old bones like nectar: and as the inns, where it is found, are his especial hunting-ground, we call him the INN-SPECTRE.

Do you suppose she's a wildflower?

Gold-sucking leeches, shoals on shoals! Fill all the air with hungry wails - "Reward us, ere we think or write! Without your Gold mere Knowledge fails To sate the swinish appetite!"

How queer everything is to-day! And yesterday things went on just as usual. I wonder if I've been changed in the night? Let me think: was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is, "Who in the world am I?" Ah, that's the great puzzle!

I don't like the looks of it,' said the King: 'however, it may kiss my hand, if it likes.' 'I'd rather not,' the Cat remarked.

I mean, said Alice, one cannot help but grow. One cannot possibly, said Humpty Dumpty, but two can. With proper help, you could stop to seven years.

I wonder if I've been changed in the night. Let me think. Was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is 'Who in the world am I?' Ah, that's the great puzzle!

If you set to work to believe everything, you will tire out the believing-muscles of your mind, and then you'll be so weak you won't be able to believe the simplest true things.

Innocent and happy Fay! Elves were made for gladness!

It's a large as life and twice as natural.

Less Bread! More Taxes!--and then all the people cheered again, and one man, who was more excited than the rest, flung his hat high into the air, and shouted (as well as I could make out) "Who roar for the Sub-Warden?" Everybody roared, but whether it was for the Sub-Warden, or not, did not clearly appear: some were shouting "Bread!" and some "Taxes!", but no one seemed to know what it was they really wanted.

Not like cats cried the Mouse in a shrill passionate voice. Would you like cats if you were me.

Oh, when I was a little Ghost, a merry time had we! Each seated on his favorite post, wwe chumped and chawed the buttered toast they gave us for our tea.

Put the date in full. It is another aggravating thing, when you wish, years afterwards, to arrange a series of letters, to find them dated "Feb. 17", "Aug. 2", without any year to guide you as to which comes first. And never, never, dear Madam (N.B. this remark is addressed to ladies only: no man would ever do such a thing), put "Wednesday", simply, as the date!

Down, down, down. Would the fall never come to an end? I wonder how many miles I?ve fallen by this time? she said aloud. I must be getting somewhere near the center of the earth. Let me see: that would be four thousand miles down, I think? (for, you see, Alice had learnt several things of this sort in her lessons in the school-room, and though this was not a very good opportunity for showing off her knowledge, as there was no one to listen to her, still it was good practice to say it over) ?yes, that?s about the right distance?but then I wonder what Latitude or Longitude I?ve got to? (Alice had no idea what Latitude was, or Longitude either, but thought they were nice grand words to say.)

Have I gone mad? I?m afraid so, but let me tell you something, the best people usually are.

How should I know? said Alice, surprised at her own courage. It's no business of mine. The Queen turned crimson with fury, and, after glaring at her for a moment like a wild beast, began screaming Off with her head! Off with-- Nonsense! said Alice, very loudly and decidedly, and the Queen was silent.

I don't see how he can ever finish, if he doesn't begin.

I mean, what is an un-birthday present? A present given when it isn't your birthday, of course. Alice considered a little. I like birthday presents best, she said at last. You don't know what you're talking about! cried Humpty Dumpty. How many days are there in a year? Three hundred and sixty-five, said Alice. And how many birthdays have you? One.

I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.

If you want to inspire confidence, give plenty of statistics ? it does not matter that they should be accurate, or even intelligible, so long as there is enough of them.

Is all our Life, then but a dream seen faintly in the golden gleam athwart Time's dark resistless stream? Bowed to the earth with bitter woe or laughing at some rare-show we flutter idly to and fro. Man's little Day in haste we spend, and, from its merry noontide, send no glance to meet the silent end.

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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