Kenneth Grahame Quotes

I'm Such A Clever Toad.

The Mole Had Long Wanted To Make The I Acquaintance Of The Badger. He Seemed, By All Accounts, To Be Such An Important Personage And, Though Rarely Visible, To Make His Unseen Influence Felt By Everybody About The Place.

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!

You Are Brave! For My Sake, Do Not Be Rash!

He Had Got Down To The Bones Of It, And They Were Fine And Strong And Simple.

A Careful Inspection Showed Them That, Even If They Succeeded In Righting It By Themselves, The Cart Would Travel No Longer. The Axles Were In A Hopeless State, And The Missing Wheel Was Shattered Into Pieces.

It'll Be All Right, My Fine Fellow," Said The Otter. "i'm Coming Along With You, And I Know Every Path Blindfold; And If There's A Head That Needs To Be Punched, You Can Confidently Rely Upon Me To Punch It.

Then Suddenly The Mole Felt A Great Awe Fall Upon Him, An Awe That Turned His Muscles To Water, Bowed His Head, And Rooted His Feet To The Ground. It Was No Panic Terror - Indeed He Felt Wonderfully At Peace And Happy - But It Was An Awe That Smote And Held Him And, Without Seeing, He Knew It Could Only Mean That Some August Presence Was Very, Very Near.

It Seemed A Place Where Heroes Could Fitly Feast After Victory, Where Weary Harvesters Could Line Up In Scores Along The Table And Keep Their Harvest Home With Mirth And Song, Or Where Two Or Three Friends Of Simple Tastes Could Sit About As They Pleased And Eat And Smoke And Talk In Comfort And Contentment.

We Shall Creep Out Quietly Into The Butler's Pantry--" Cried The Mole. "--with Out Pistols And Swords And Sticks--" Shouted Ther Rat. "--and Rush In Upon Them," Said Badger. "--and Whack 'em, And Whack 'em, And Whack 'em!" Cried The Toad In Ecstasy, Running Round And Round The Room, And Jupming Over The Chairs.