‘Slavery’s a thing thet depends on complexion, It’s God’s law thet fetters on black skins don’t chafe; Ef brains wuz to settle it (horrid reflection!) Wich of our onnable body’d be safe?’

“奴隶制度取决于肤色，这是上帝的律法，黑人皮肤上的镣铐不会磨破;如果你想解决这个问题(可怕的反思!)我们唯一的身体会安全吗?”

‘Strange friend,’ I said, ‘here is no cause to mourn.’ ‘None,’ said the other, ‘save the undone years, The hopelessness. Whatever hope is yours Was my life also; I went hunting wild After the wildest beauty in the world.’

“奇怪的朋友，”我说，“这里没有理由悲伤。”“没有，”另一个说，“除了那些逝去的岁月和绝望。凡你所盼望的，就是我的生命。我去追求世界上最狂野的美。”

‘Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!’ Quoth the raven, ‘Nevermore.’

“把你的嘴从我的心里掏出来，把你的形体从我的门口掏出来!乌鸦说，“永不复还。”

‘Tell them I came, and no one answered, That I kept my word,’ he said.

“告诉他们我来了，没有人回答，我遵守了诺言，”他说。

‘That sounds like nonsense, my dear.’ ‘Maybe so, my dear; but it may be very good law for all that.’

“亲爱的，这听起来像无稽之谈。“也许吧，亲爱的;但这也许是一条很好的法律。”

‘That’s the reason they’re called lessons,’ the Gryphon remarked: ‘because they lessen from day to day.’

“这就是为什么它们叫‘课’，”鹰头狮说，“因为它们一天天地减少。”

‘The Art of Being Ruled’ might be described from some points of view as an infernal Utopia.

“被统治的艺术”可以从某些角度描述为地狱般的乌托邦。

‘The first ten million years were the worst,’ said Marvin, ‘and the second ten million years, they were the worst too. The third ten million I didn’t enjoy at all. After that I went into a bit of a decline.’

“头一千万年是最坏的，”马文说，“第二千年也是最坏的。第三个一千万我一点也不喜欢。从那以后，我的职业生涯就开始走下坡路了。”

‘The game,’ said he, ‘is never lost till won.’

“这场比赛，”他说，“只有赢了才算输。”

‘The question is,’ said Humpty Dumpty, ‘which is to be master---that’s all.’

“问题是，”胖墩儿说，“谁当主人?”

‘The time has come,’ the Walrus said, ‘To talk of many things: Of shoes---and ships---and sealing-wax--- Of cabbages---and kings--- And why the sea is boiling hot--- And whether pigs have wings.’

“时间到了，”海象说，“该谈谈许多事情了:鞋子——船——封蜡——白菜——国王——大海为什么那么热——猪有没有翅膀。”

‘The true’ to put it very briefly, is only the expedient in the way of our thinking, just as ‘the right’ is only the expedient in the way of our behaving.

简单地说，真理只是我们思维的权宜之计，正如“权利”只是我们行为的权宜之计一样。

‘Then, gentlemen,’ said Redgauntlet, clasping his hands together as the words burst from him, ‘the cause is lost for ever!’

“那么，先生们，”雷高特说着，双手合十，话从他嘴里脱口而出，“战斗永远失败了!”

‘There are strings,’ said Mr Tappertit...‘in the human heart that had better not be wibrated.’

“有绳子，”塔佩提特先生说……“在人的心里，最好不要把它写下来。”

‘There is no God’, the wicked saith, ‘And truly it’s a blessing, For what he might have done with us It’s better only guessing.’

“没有上帝”，恶人说，“这确实是一种祝福，因为他可能对我们做了什么，最好只是猜测。”