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John Tenniel

You'd better not talk! said Five. 'I heard the Queen say only yesterday you deserved to be beheaded!
Yet you finished the goose, with the bones and the beak - Pray, how did you manage to do it?
Tut, tut, child! Said the Duchess. 'Everything's got a moral, if only you can find it
They were standing under a tree, each with an arm round the other's neck
The wretched Hatter trembled so, that he shook both his shoes off
the Guard was looking at her, first through a telescope then through a microscope, and then through an opera-glass
The glass was beginning to melt away, just like a bright silvery mist
The Duchess was sitting on a three-legged stool in the middle, nursing a baby
She took her off the table as she spoke, and shook her backwards and forwards with all her might
She jumped up in such a hurry that she tipped over the jury-box with the edge of her skirt…
she dropped to her knees, and put her hands over her ears, vainly trying to shut out the dreadful uproar
She came upon a low curtain she had not noticed before
Once, said the Mock Turtle at last, with a deep sigh, I was a real turtle
It would twist itself round and look up into her face
As she said these words her foot slipped, and in another moment, Splash! she was up to her chin in salt water
and this time it vanished quite slowly...
And it really was a kitten, after all
Alice stood without speaking, looking out in all directions over the country - and a most curious country it was
Yet you turned a back-somersault in at the door - Pray, what is the reason of that?
And yet you incessantly stand on your head- Do you think, at your age, it is right?