When we talked, I talked about me, you talked about you, when we should have talked about each other.
Why is it that people with the most narrow of minds seem to have the widest of mouths?
It's too late to correct it: when you've once said a thing, that fixes it, and you must take the consequences.
May we not then sometimes define insanity as an inability to distinguish which is the waking and which the sleeping life? We often dream without the least suspicion of unreality: 'Sleep hath its own world', and it is often as lifelike as the other.
I'll try if I know all the things I used to know. Let me see: four times five is twelve, and four times six is thirteen, and four times seven is - oh dear! I shall never get to twenty at that rate!
I cannot even pretend to feel as much interest in boys as in girls.
"I could have done it in a much more complicated way," said the Red Queen, immensely proud.
This is what I find encouraging about the writing trades:. . . They allow lunatics to seem saner than sane.
For some people, going to church is going home. In a very profound sense, I would say the same thing. Home is where Christ is.
Revenge is a debt, in the paying of which the greatest knave is honest and sincere, and, so far as he is able, punctual.
Throw the computer away and don't look on the internet. That's the best thing to do.