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

“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.”

“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're thinking about something, my dear, and that makes you forget to talk. I can't tell you just now what the moral of that is, but I shall remember it in a bit.""Perhaps it hasn't one," Alice ventured to remark."Tut, tut, child!" said the Duchess. "Everything's got a moral, if only you can find it.”

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

“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.”

“Consider anything, only don’t cry!”