Lewis Carroll II (Charles Lutwidge Dodgson)

Begin at the beginning," the King said, very gravely, "and go on till you come to the end: then stop.

But I don’t want to go among mad people," Alice remarked.
"Oh, you can’t help that," said the Cat: "we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad."
"How do you know I’m mad?" said Alice.
"You must be," said the Cat, or you wouldn’t have come here.

Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.

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."
"I don't much care where –"
"Then it doesn't matter which way you go.

One of the deep secrets of life is that all that is really worth the doing is what we do for others.

Who in the world am I? Ah, that's the great puzzle

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

I know who I WAS when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.

Curiouser and curiouser

Contrariwise,' continued Tweedledee, '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.