“Glorious, stirring sight!” murmured Toad. . . . “The poetry of motion! The real way — Kenneth Grahame
For my life, I confess to you, feels to me today somewhat narrow and circumscribed. — Kenneth Grahame
Spring was moving in the air above and in the earth below and around him, penetrating even his — Kenneth Grahame
When it began to grow dark, the rat, with an air of excitement and mystery, summoned them back — Kenneth Grahame
After all, the best part of a holiday is perhaps not so much to be resting yourself — Kenneth Grahame
A careful inspection showed them that, even if they succeeded in righting it by themselves — Kenneth Grahame
Animals when in company walk in a proper and sensible manner, in single file, instead of — Kenneth Grahame
Monkeys who very sensibly refrain from speech, lest they should be set to earn their livings. — Kenneth Grahame
It’s never the wrong time to call on toad. Early or late he’s always the same fellow. — Kenneth Grahame
Independence is all very well, but we animals never allow our friends to make fools of — Kenneth Grahame
The mole had long wanted to make the I acquaintance of the badger. He seemed, by all accounts — Kenneth Grahame
Slowly, but with no doubt or hesitation whatever, and in something of a solemn expectancy — Kenneth Grahame
Well, very long ago, on the spot where the wild wood waves now, before ever it had planted itself — Kenneth Grahame
Toad talked big about all he was going to do in the days to come, while stars grew fuller — Kenneth Grahame
There is nothing – absolutely nothing – half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats. — Kenneth Grahame
The wild wood is pretty well populated by now; with all the usual lot, good, bad, and indifferent — Kenneth Grahame
The whole wood seemed running now, running hard, hunting, chasing, closing in round something — Kenneth Grahame