Monkeys who very sensibly refrain from speech, lest they should be set to earn their livings. Kenneth Grahame More Quotes by Kenneth Grahame More Quotes From Kenneth Grahame There is nothing - absolutely nothing - half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats. Kenneth Grahame sailing witty wind 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. Kenneth Grahame vacation holiday busy The strongest human instinct is to impart information, the second strongest is to resist it. Kenneth Grahame strongest instinct information Come along inside... We'll see if tea and buns can make the world a better place. Kenneth Grahame buns tea world 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! Kenneth Grahame horizon somewhere-else travel 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! Kenneth Grahame knowing rivers water There is nothing -- absolutely nothing -- half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats. In or out of 'em, it doesn't matter. Nothing seems really to matter, that's the charm of it. Whether you get away, or whether you don't; whether you arrive at your destination or whether you reach somewhere else, or whether you never get anywhere at all, you're always busy, and you never do anything in particular; and when you've done it there's always something else to do, and you can do it if you like, but you'd much better not. Kenneth Grahame nautical sailing somewhere-else 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. Kenneth Grahame imagination matter people 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. Kenneth Grahame vivid sky morning 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. Here, where we are standing, they lived, and walked, and talked, and slept, and carried on their business. Here they stabled their horses and feasted, from here they rode out to fight or drove out to trade. They were a powerful people, and rich, and great builders. They built to last, for they thought their city would last for ever. Kenneth Grahame horse powerful fighting Badger hates Society, and invitations, and dinner, and all that sort of thing. Kenneth Grahame badgers dinner hate There he got out the luncheon-basket and packed a simple meal, in which, remembering the stranger's origin and preferences, he took care to include a yard of long French bread, a sausage out of which the garlic sang, some cheese which lay down and cried, and a long-necked straw-covered flask wherein lay bottled sunshine shed and garnered on far Southern slopes. Kenneth Grahame sunshine simple long The smell of that buttered toast simply spoke to Toad, and with no uncertain voice; talked of warm kitchens, of breakfasts on bright frosty mornings, of cozy parlour firesides on winter evenings, when one's ramble was over and slippered feet were propped on the fender; of the purring of contented cats, and the twitter of sleepy canaries. Kenneth Grahame cat winter morning Secrets had an immense attraction to him, because he never could keep one, and he enjoyed the sort of unhallowed thrill he experienced when he went and told another animal, after having faithfully promised not to. Kenneth Grahame thrill secret animal It's not the sort of night for bed, anyhow. Kenneth Grahame bed night O what a flowery track lies spread before me, henceforth! What dust clouds shall spring up behind me as I speed on my reckless way! What carts I shall fling carelessly into the ditch in the wake of my magnificent onset! Kenneth Grahame clouds spring lying But Mole stood still a moment, held in thought. As one wakened suddenly from a beautiful dream, who struggles to recall it, but can recapture nothing but a dim sense of the beauty in it, the beauty! Till that, too, fades away in its turn, and the dreamer bitterly accepts the hard, cold waking and all its penalties. Kenneth Grahame struggle dream beautiful The Rat, meanwhile, was busy examining the label on one of the beer-bottles. "I perceive this to be Old Burton," he remarked approvingly. "Sensible Mole! The very thing! Now we shall be able to mull some ale. Get the things ready, Mole, while I draw the corks." Kenneth Grahame moles labels beer 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. Kenneth Grahame humor clever funny Beyond the Wild Wood comes the wild world,"said the Rat."And that's something that doesn't matter, either to you or to me. I've never been there, and I'm never going' nor you either, if you've got any sense at all. Kenneth Grahame wild-world woods rats
