One Must Use The Night.

Everything's Much Too Big Here,' Thought Moominmamma. 'or Perhaps I'm Too Small.

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 Can't Be Too Dangerous, If They Like To Eat Pancakes. Especially With Jam On It.

Grandmother Walked Up Over The Bare Granite And Thought About Birds In General. It Seemed To Her No Other Creature Had The Same Dramatic Capacity To Underline And Perfect Events - The Shifts In The Seasons And The Weather, The Changes That Run Through People Themselves.

I Love Borders. August Is The Border Between Summer And Autumn; It Is The Most Beautiful Month I Know.