Charles Lutwidge Dodgson (born 27 January 1832, Daresbury, United Kingdom – died 14 January 1898, Guildford, United Kingdom), better known by his pen name Lewis Carroll, was an English author, poet, mathematician, illustrator, teacher, inventor, and photographer. His most famous works are Alice's Adventures in Wonderland (1865) and its sequel, Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There (1871). Lewis Carroll's poems Jabberwocky (1871) and The Hunting of the Snark (1876) are classified in the genre of literary nonsense.
It’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then. I'm not strange, weird, off, nor crazy, my reality is just different from yours. Who in the world am I? Ah, that’s the great puzzle. 'But I don't want to go among mad people,' said Alice. 'Oh, you can't help that,' said the cat. 'We're all mad here.' Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast. One of the secrets of life is that all that is really worth the doing is what we do for others. If you don't know where you are going, any road will get you there. She generally gave herself very good advice, (though she very seldom followed it). Begin at the beginning," the King said, very gravely, "and go on till you come to the end: then stop. Why is it that people with the most narrow of minds seem to have the widest of mouths? Words mean more than we mean to express when we use them: so a whole book ought to mean a great deal more than the writer meant. Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?’ ‘That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,’ said the Cat. ‘I don’t much care where – ’ said Alice. ‘Then it doesn’t matter which way you go,’ said the Cat. Curiouser and curiouser! If everybody minded their own business, the world would go around a great deal faster than it does. The time has come,' the walrus said, 'to talk of many things: of shoes and ships - and sealing wax - of cabbages and kings. I'm afraid I can't explain myself, sir. Because I am not myself, you see? The rule is jam tomorrow and jam yesterday – but never jam today. If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see? 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. Actually, the best gift you could have given her was a lifetime of adventures. You're entirely bonkers. But I'll tell you a secret... All the best people are! If you limit your actions in life to things that nobody can possibly find fault with, you will not do much! I don't think..." then you shouldn't talk, said the Hatter. Contrariwise, if it was so, it might be; and if it were so, it would be; but as it isn't, it ain't. That's logic. There are three hundred and sixty-four days when you might get un-birthday presents, and only one for birthday presents, you know. I know who I WAS when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then. Which form of proverb do you prefer Better late than never, or Better never than late? Alice: "How long is forever?" White Rabbit: "Sometimes, just one second." Imagination is the only weapon in the war against reality. One of the hardest things in the world is to convey a meaning accurately from one mind to another. Whatever is worth doing is worth doing well. Courtesy while you’re thinking what to say. It saves me time. No, no! The adventures first, explanations take such a dreadful time. Everything is funny, if you can laugh at it.
While the laughter of joy is in full harmony with our deeper life, the laughter of amusement should be kept apart from it. The danger is too great of thus learning to look at solemn things in a spirit of mockery, and to seek in them opportunities for exercising wit.
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.
Lewis Carroll It's a poor sort of memory that only works backwards. If you drink much from a bottle marked 'poison' it is certain to disagree with you sooner or later. People who don't think shouldn't talk. I’d give all the wealth that years have piled, the slow result of life’s decay, to be once more a little child for one bright summer day. Courtesy is a small act but it packs a mighty wallop. When you are describing, A shape, or sound, or tint; Don’t state the matter plainly, But put it in a hint; And learn to look at all things, With a sort of mental squint. My dear, here we must run as fast as we can, just to stay in place. And if you wish to go anywhere you must run twice as fast as that. Everything’s got a moral, if only you can find it. If you’ll believe in me, I’ll believe in you. Is that a bargain? Take care of the sense and the sounds will take care of themselves. Read the directions and directly you will be directed in the right direction. Life, what is it but a dream? When I used to read fairy-tales, I fancied that kind of thing never happened, and now here I am in the middle of one! But, I nearly forgot, you must close your eyes otherwise you won't see anything. The hurrier I go, the behinder I get. `That's the reason they're called lessons,' the Gryphon remarked: `because they lessen from day to day.' She who saves a single soul, saves the universe. Better say nothing at all. Language is worth a thousand pounds a word. In the end, we only regret the chances we didn’t take, the relationships we were afraid to have, and the decisions we waited too long to make. 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. Tis a secret: none knows how it comes, how it goes: But the name of the secret is love! It would be so nice if something made sense for a change. If you knew Time as well as I do... you wouldn’t talk about wasting it. If you didn’t sign it... that only makes the matter worse. You must have meant some mischief, or else you’d have signed your name like an honest man. The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence: at last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth. No one does [play fair] if they think they can get away with it. She tried to fancy what the flame of a candle is like after the candle is blown out, for she could not remember ever having seen such a thing. But then, shall I never get any older than I am now? That’ll be a comfort, one way—never to be an old woman—but then—always to have lessons to learn!