I can’t go back to yesterday because I was a different person then.
Imagination is the only weapon in the war against reality.
Who in the world am I? Ah, that’s the great puzzle.
I’m afraid I can’t explain myself, sir. Because I am not myself, you see?
We’re all mad here.
If you don’t know where you are going, any road will get you there.
It’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.
Sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.
Curiouser and curiouser!
It’s always tea time.
I can’t go back to yesterday because I was a different person then.
I give myself very good advice, but I very seldom follow it.
If you don’t know where you are going any road can take you there.
The hurrier I go, the behinder I get.
I almost wish I hadn’t gone down that rabbit-hole —and yet—and yet—it’s rather curious, you know, this sort of life!
It’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.
It’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.
Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.
I can’t go back to yesterday because I was a different person then.
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.
I can’t go back to yesterday because I was a different person then.
It’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.
The hurrier I go, the behinder I get.
Curiouser and curiouser!
I can’t go back to yesterday because I was a different person then.
I give myself very good advice, but I very seldom follow it.
Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.
Take some more tea, the March Hare said to Alice, very earnestly.
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.
Imagination is the only weapon in the war against reality.
The hurrier I go, the behinder I get.
I’m late! I’m late! For a very important date! No time to say hello, goodbye! I’m late! I’m late! I’m late!
It’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.
Curiouser and curiouser!
It’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.
We’re all mad here.
It’s always tea time.
I can’t go back to yesterday because I was a different person then.
I give myself very good advice, but I very seldom follow it.
If you don’t know where you are going any road can take you there.
The hurrier I go, the behinder I get.
I almost wish I hadn’t gone down that rabbit-hole —and yet—and yet—it’s rather curious, you know, this sort of life!
It’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.
Sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.
I can’t go back to yesterday because I was a different person then.
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