Kenneth Grahame Quotes

There is nothing - absolutely nothing - half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats.

Come along inside... We'll see if tea and buns can make the world a better place.

After all, the best part of a holiday is perhaps not so much to be resting yourself, as to see all the other fellows busy working.

Badger hates Society, and invitations, and dinner, and all that sort of thing.

The strongest human instinct is to impart information, the second strongest is to resist it.

Here today, up and off to somewhere else tomorrow! Travel, change, interest, excitement! The whole world before you, and a horizon that's always changing!

All along the backwater, Through the rushes tall, Ducks are a-dabbling, Up tails all!

All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered.

Spring was moving in the air above and in the earth below and around him, penetrating even his dark and lowly little house with its spirit of divine discontent and longing.

The River... It's my world, and I don't want any other. What it hasn't got is not worth having, and what it doesn't know is not worth knowing. Lord! the times we've had together!

Independence is all very well, but we animals never allow our friends to make fools of themselves beyond a certain limit; and that limit you've reached

Footprints in the snow have been unfailing provokers of sentiment ever since snow was first a white wonder in this drab-coloured world of ours.

The clever men of Oxford, know all that there is to be knowed but they none of them know one half as much as intelligent Mr. Toad.

The whole wood seemed running now, running hard, hunting, chasing, closing in round something or - somebody? In panic, he began to run too, aimlessly, he knew not whither.

As a rule, indeed, grown-up people are fairly correct on matters of fact; it is in the higher gift of imagination that they are so sadly to seek.

Don't, for goodness' sake, keep on saying 'Don't'; I hear so much of it, and it's monotonous, and makes me tired.

Monkeys who very sensibly refrain from speech, lest they should be set to earn their livings.

Home! That was what they meant, those caressing appeals, Those soft touches wafted through the air, those invisible little hands pulling and tugging, all one way.

Brain against brute force - and brain came out on the top - as its bound to do.

No animal, according to the rules of animal-etiquette, is ever expected to do anything strenuous, or heroic, or even moderately active during the off-season of winter.

It is the restrictions placed on vice by our social code which makes its pursuit so peculiarly agreeable.

Take the adventure, heed the call, now ere the irrevocable moment passes! 'Tis but a banging of the door behind you, a blithesome step forward, and you are out of your old life and into the new!

For my life, I confess to you, feels to me today somewhat narrow and circumscribed.

Everything seems asleep, and yet going on all the time. It is a goodly life that you lead, friend; no doubt the best in the world, if only you are strong enough to lead it!

He had got down to the bones of it, and they were fine and strong and simple.

You are brave! For my sake, do not be rash!

I'm such a clever Toad.

The river , corrected the Rat, It's my world...What it hasn't got is not worth having.

Well, very long ago, on the spot where the Wild Wood waves now, before ever it had planted itself and grown up to what it now is, there was a city - a city of people, you know

There was the noise of a bolt shot back, and the door opened a few inches, enough to show a long snout and a pair of sleepy blinking eyes.

The past was like a bad dream; the future was all happy holiday as I moved Southwards week by week, easily, lazily, lingering as long as I dared, but always heeding the call!

There seemed to be no end to this wood, and no beginning, and no difference in it, and, worse of all, no way out

Onion sauce! Onion Sauce!

The Wild Wood is pretty well populated by now; with all the usual lot, good, bad, and indifferent--I name no names. It takes all sorts to make a world.

It's not the sort of night for bed, anyhow.

The clever men at Oxford Know all there is to be knowed - But they none of them know as half as much As intelligent Mr. Toad.

The clever men at Oxford, know all that there is to be knowed. But they none of them know one half as much, as intelligent Mr. Toad.

...Absorbed in the new scents, the sounds, and the sunlight...