Badger hates Society, and invitations, and dinner, and all that sort of thing.
Monkeys who very sensibly refrain from speech, lest they should be set to earn their livings.
There is nothing - absolutely nothing - half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats.
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.
The clever men at Oxford, know all that there is to be knowed. But they none of them know one half as much, as intelligent Mr. Toad.
Independence is all very well, but we animals never allow our friends to make fools of themselves beyond a certain limit; and that limit you've reached.
The Wild Wood is pretty well populated by now; with all the usual lot, good, bad, and indifferent - I name no names. It takes all sorts to make a world.
It's never the wrong time to call on Toad. Early or late he's always the same fellow. Always good-tempered, always glad to see you, always sorry when you go!
The whole wood seemed running now, running hard, hunting, chasing, closing in round something or - somebody? In panic, he began to run too, aimlessly, he knew not whither.
Spring was moving in the air above and in the earth below and around him, penetrating even his dark and lowly little house with its spirit of divine discontent and longing.