Two days wrong! sighed the Hatter. I told you butter wouldn't suit the works! he added, looking angrily at the March Hare. It was the best butter, the March Hare meekly replied.

And it certainly did seem a little provoking ('almost as if it happened on purpose,' she thought) that, though she managed to pick plenty of beautiful rushes as the boat glided by, there was always a more lovely one that she couldn't reach. The prettiest are always further! she said at last, with a sigh at the obstinacy of the rushes in growing so far off.

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

All that spirits desire, spirits attain.

Everybody strains after happiness, and the result is that nobody's happy.

No holiday is ever anything but a disappointment.

Mary looked at the picture for some time without saying anything. Indeed, she didn't know what to say; she was taken aback, she was at a loss. She had expected a cubist masterpiece, and here was a picture of a man and a horse, not only recognisable as such, but even aggressively in drawing.

I do not like green eggs and ham. I do not like them, Sam-I-Am.

Hopes have precarious life. They are oft blighted, withered, snapped sheer off In vigorous growth and turned to rottenness.

An area of life that does not have hope is under a lie.

MY greatest regret in life is that I never became the heavyweight boxing champion ofthe world.

A lot of my friends who were bigger than me at school got into academies at professional clubs but none are pros now. And none of them has put on an England shirt.