All along the backwater, Through the rushes tall, Ducks are a-dabbling, Up tails all! — Kenneth Grahame Copy Share Image
There is nothing -- absolutely nothing -- half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats. In or out of… — Kenneth Grahame Copy Share Image
"Glorious, stirring sight!" murmured Toad. . . . "The poetry of motion! The real way to travel! The only way to travel!… — Kenneth Grahame Copy Share Image
“And beyond the Wild Wood again?' he asked. 'Where it's all blue and dim and one sees what may be hills or… — Kenneth Grahame Copy Share Image
“An errant May-fly swerved unsteadily athwart the current in the intoxicated fashion affected by young bloods of May-flies seeing life.” — Kenneth Grahame Copy Share Image
Monkeys who very sensibly refrain from speech, lest they should be set to earn their livings. — Kenneth Grahame Copy Share Image
“What the Boy chiefly dabbled in was natural history and fairy tales, and he just took them as they came, in a sandwichy sort… — Kenneth Grahame Copy Share Image
“The dragon is a more enduring animal than the pterodactyl. I have never yet met anyone who really believed in a pterodactyl; but every… — Kenneth Grahame Copy Share Image
The past was like a bad dream; the future was all happy holiday as I moved Southwards week by week, easily, lazily, lingering as… — Kenneth Grahame Copy Share Image
“Independence is all very well, but we animals never allow our friends to make fools of themselves beyond a certain limit.” — Kenneth Grahame Copy Share Image
“Supper was finished at last, and each animal felt that his skin was now as tight as was decently safe.” — Kenneth Grahame Copy Share Image
The river , corrected the Rat, It's my world...What it hasn't got is not worth having. — Kenneth Grahame Copy Share Image
Slowly, but with no doubt or hesitation whatever, and in something of a solemn expectancy, the two animals passed through the broken tumultuous water… — Kenneth Grahame Copy Share Image
“In silence they landed, and pushed through the blossom and scented herbage and undergrowth that led up to the level ground, till they stood… — Kenneth Grahame Copy Share Image
But Mole stood still a moment, held in thought. As one wakened suddenly from a beautiful dream, who struggles to recall it, but can… — Kenneth Grahame Copy Share Image
