Who did you pass on the road? the King went on, holding out his hand to the Messenger for some more hay. Nobody, said the Messenger. Quite right, said the King; this young lady saw him too. So of course Nobody walks slower than you. I do my best, the Messenger said in a sullen tone. I'm sure nobody walks much faster than I do! He can't do that, said the King, or else he'd have been here first.

thought Alice, "without pictures or conversation?" So she was considering, in her own mind (as well as she could, for the hot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid), whether the pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble of getting up and picking the daisies, when suddenly a White Rabbit with pink eyes ran close by her. There was nothing

One of the jurors had a pencil that squeaked. This of course, Alice could not stand, and she went round the court and got behind him, and very soon found an opportunity of taking it away. She did it so quickly that the poor little juror (it was Bill, the Lizard) could not make out at all what had become of it; so, after hunting all about for it, he was obliged to write with one finger for the rest of the day; and this was of very little use, as it left no mark on the slate. 'Herald

Cheshire Puss,' she began, rather timidly, as she did not at all know whether it would like the name: however, it only grinned a little wider. 'Come, it's pleased so far,' thought Alice, and she went on. '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.

He was like a horse running downhill harnessed to a heavy cart. Whether he was pulling it or being pushed by it he did not know, but rushed along at headlong speed with no time to consider what this movement might lead to.

At this moment the door of the house opened, and a large plate came skimming out, straight at the Footman's head: it just grazed his nose, and broke to pieces against one of the trees behind him.

We must let go of the life we have planned, so as to accept the one that is waiting for us.

I don't much care where-" "Then it doesn't matter which way you go," "so long as I get somewhere," "Oh, you're sure to do that, if you only walk long enough"/ "we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad."/ Child of the pure unclouded brow And dreaming eyes of wonder! The love-gift of a fairy-tale. ?Alice's Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass?

It's all her fancy: she never executes nobody, you know.

Where there is no vision, the people perish. (Proverbs 29:18 KJV)

You might be a hero. I say might because the choice is ultimately yours

Accept the place the divine providence has found for you, the society of your contemporaries, the connection of events.