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„Ich bin nicht seltsam, verrückt oder wahnsinnig, meine Realität unterscheidet sich nur von deiner.“

„Eines der tiefen Geheimnisse des Lebens ist, dass alles, was das Tun wirklich wert ist, das ist, was wir für andere tun.“

„Ich weiß, wer ich war, als ich heute morgen aufstand, aber ich glaube, daß ich mich seitdem mehrfach verwandelt habe.“

„Aber ich mag nicht unter verrückte Leuten gehen", bemerkte Alice.
"Oh, dagegen kann man nichts machen", sagte die Katze; "wir sind hier alle verrückt. Ich bin verrückt. Du bist verrückt."
"Woher weißt du denn, dass ich verrückt bin?", fragte Alice.
"Du musst es sein", sagte die Katze, "sonst wärst du nicht hierhergekommen.“

„Bitte sage mir, welchen Weg ich gehen soll.
Das hängt davon ab, wohin du willst.“

„[.. ] und dann die vier Abtheilungen vom Rechnen: Zusehen, Abziehen, Vervielfraßen und Stehlen.“

„Wenn sich jeder um seine eigenen Angelegenheiten kümmern würde, würde sich die Welt viel schneller bewegen als sie es bislang tut.“

„Tapfere Männer sind wie Wirbeltiere: Außen weich, aber innen mit einem harten Kern.“

„Nein, nein. Die Abenteuer zuerst, Erklärungen nehmen solch eine schreckliche Zeit in Anspruch.“

„Beginnen Sie am Anfang, sagte der König sehr ernst, und fahren Sie fort, bis Sie zum Ende kommen: dann hören Sie auf.“

„Ich glaube nicht… Dann solltest du nicht reden, sagte der Hutmacher.“

„Alles ist lustig, wenn man darüber lachen kann.“

“Blow, blow your trumpets till they crack,
Ye little men of little souls!
And bid them huddle at your back -
Gold-sucking leeches, shoals on shoals!Fill all the air with hungry wails -
"Reward us, ere we think or write!
Without your Gold mere Knowledge fails
To sate the swinish appetite!"”

“Say, what is the spell, when her fledgelings are cheeping,
That lures the bird home to her nest?
Or wakes the tired mother, whose infant is weeping,
To cuddle and croon it to rest?”

“If the Letter is to be in answer to another, begin by getting out that other letter and reading it through, in order to refresh your memory, as to what it is you have to answer, and as to your correspondent’s present address (otherwise you will be sending your letter to his regular address in London, though he has been careful in writing to give you his Torquay address in full).”

“Here is a golden Rule to begin with. Write legibly. The average temper of the human race would be perceptibly sweetened, if everybody obeyed this Rule! A great deal of the bad writing in the world comes simply from writing too quickly.”

“Oh, when I was a little Ghost,
A merry time had we!
Each seated on his favourite post,
We chumped and chawed the buttered toast
They gave us for our tea.”

“And so it fell upon a day,
(That is, it never rose again)”

“If you want to inspire confidence, give plenty of statistics – it does not matter that they should be accurate, or even intelligible, so long as there is enough of them.”

“A change came o'er my Vision - it was night:
We clove a pathway through a frantic throng:
The steeds, wild-plunging, filled us with affright:
The chariots whirled along.

Within a marble hall a river ran -
A living tide, half muslin and half cloth:
And here one mourned a broken wreath or fan,
Yet swallowed down her wrath”

“Port-wine, he says, when rich and sound,
Warms his old bones like nectar:
And as the inns, where it is found,
Are his especial hunting-ground,
We call him the INN-SPECTRE.”

“There are certain things - as, a spider, a ghost,
The income-tax, gout, an umbrella for three -
That I hate, but the thing that I hate the most
Is a thing they call the Sea.”

“All in the waning light she stood,
The star of perfect womanhood.”

“Now that's a thing I WILL NOT STAND,
And so I tell you flat.”

“The `Why?' cannot, and need not, be put into words. Those for whom a child's mind is a sealed book, and who see no divinity in a child's smile, would read such words in vain: while for any one that has ever loved one true child, no words are needed. For he will have known the awe that falls on one in the presence of a spirit fresh from GOD's hands, on whom no shadow of sin, and but the outermost fringe of the shadow of sorrow, has yet fallen: he will have felt the bitter contrast between the haunting selfishness that spoils his best deeds and the life that is but an overflowing love--for I think a child's first attitude to the world is a simple love for all living things: and he will have learned that the best work a man can do is when he works for love's sake only, with no thought of name, or gain, or earthly reward. No deed of ours, I suppose, on this side the grave, is really unselfish: yet if one can put forth all one's powers in a task where nothing of reward is hoped for but a little child's whispered thanks, and the airy touch of a little child's pure lips, one seems to come somewhere near to this.”

“All too soon will Childhood gay
Realise Life's sober sadness.
Let's be merry while we may,
Innocent and happy Fay!
Elves were made for gladness!”

“The light was faint, and soft the air
That breathed around the place;
And she was lithe, and tall, and fair,
And with a wayward grace
Her queenly head she bare.”

“Tis a secret: none knows how it comes, how it goes:
But the name of the secret is Love!”

“As you have invited me, I cannot come, for I have made a rule to decline all invitations; but I will come the next day.”

“An island-farm — broad seas of corn
Stirred by the wandering breath of morn —
The happy spot where I was born.”

“And as to being in a fright,
Allow me to remark
That Ghosts have just as good a right
In every way, to fear the light,
As Men to fear the dark.”

“If doubtful whether to end with “yours faithfully”, or “yours truly”, or “your most truly”, &c. (there are at least a dozen varieties, before you reach “yours affectionately”), refer to your correspondent’s last letter, and make your winding-up at least as friendly as his: in fact, even if a shade more friendly, it will do no harm!”

“To Her, whose children's smiles fed the narrator's fancy and were his rich reward: from the Author.”

“Less Bread! More Taxes!--and then all the people cheered again, and one man, who was more excited than the rest, flung his hat high into the air, and shouted (as well as I could make out) "Who roar for the Sub-Warden?" Everybody roared, but whether it was for the Sub-Warden, or not, did not clearly appear: some were shouting "Bread!"”

“I mark this day with a white stone.”

“The West is the fitting tomb for all the sorrow and the sighing, all the errors and the follies of the Past: for all its withered Hopes and all its buried Loves! From the East comes new strength, new ambition, new Hope, new Life, new Love! Look Eastward! Aye, look Eastward!”

“O bitter is it to abide
In weariness alway:
At dawn to sigh for eventide,
At eventide for day.
Thy noon hath fled: thy sun hath shone:
The brightness of thy day is gone:
What need to lag and linger on
Till life be cold and gray?”

“Went to the new Church both morning and afternoon, and read service in the afternoon. I got through it all with great success, till I came to read out the first verse of the hymn before the sermon, where the two words ‘strife strengthened,’ coming together, were too much for me, and I had to leave the verse unfinished.”

“Fair stands the ancient Rectory,
The Rectory of Croft,
The sun shines bright upon it,
The breezes whisper soft.
From all the house and garden
Its inhabitants come forth,
And muster in the road without,
And pace in twos and threes about,
The children of the North.”

“What may I do?”

“If you want to inspire confidence, give plenty of statistics”