It Was A Particularly Good Evening To

They Were Always Doing Something. Quietly, Without Interruption, And With Great Concentration, They Carried On With The Hundred-and-one Small Things That Made Up Their World.

It’s Strange,” Moominmamma Thought. “strange That People Can Be Sad, And Even Angry Because Life Is Too Easy. But That’s The Way It Is, I Suppose. The Only Thing To Do Is To Start Life Afresh.

One Makes A Trip By Day, But By Night One Sets Out On A Journey.

He Didn't Remember, He Didn't Worry, He Just Was.

The Hemulen Woke Up Slowly And Recognised Himself And Wished He Had Been Someone He Didn't Know.